Ten years ago I was writing several blogs on various subjects - F1 motor racing, Music, Classic Cars, Great Romances and, most crushingly, a personal journal that included my thoughts on America, memories of England and Africa, opinion, humour, writing and anything else that occurred. It all became too much (I was attempting to update the journal every day) and I collapsed, exhausted and thoroughly disillusioned in the end.
So this blog is indeed a Toe in the Water, a place to document my thoughts in and on WdC but with a determination not to get sucked into the blog whirlpool ever again. Here's hoping.
I tend to write to deal with grief, it helps me think and release my feelings. You have a lot to deal of healing needed physically and emotionally. Know that you also have people here who care and support you.
So sorry for your loss. Take as much time as you need to sort things out. There's no right or wrong way to grieve. I'd say the defining feature of "mourning" is dwelling on your personal feelings, and sometimes they can be complicated.
That's why we say "sorry for your loss". We recognize that those left behind have lost something. The bereaved lose a part of their world, a someone who belonged in their personal life story, someone who shared memories with them that they may now have to carry alone because no one else would understand. It's not selfish to mourn, it just illustrates the value of the one who has passed and gives them their due importance.
I'm sorry for your loss like Cubby said, everyone's grief is different. I don't want to make any personal suggestions about fond memories or whatever. Take care
As someone whoās done more time in hospital beds than Iād like to admit, I can confirmāhospital ceilings are truly the unsung canvas of human imagination. Beholden, may your creativity paint masterpieces up thereā¦ preferably before the meds kick in and everything starts looking like abstract art. Stay strong and keep imagining!
I have been there. I even told my doctor they needed ceiling murals so I'd have something to look at and distract me as I lie helpless, my fate in the hands of the nurses.
Whether or not the muse has departed, it seems that I am still able to scribble a few words down in an endeavour to rejoin the flow of WdC. I wrote something for Solaceās three daily exercises yesterday and Iāve done the same today. Plus a little something for Promptly as well. Theyāre small and inconsequential but at least reassure me that I can still shout abuse from the sidelines.
Itās the reviews that remain a fearsome obstacle. I donāt care about the badges anymore so thatās not the problem. The sacred duty to pay back the debt to WdC is what matters and reviews are the best way to do that. In time, Iāll be able to return to the field, hopefully.
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