Pen to Paper.
I haven’t written a post in awhile. But that doesn’t mean I haven’t been writing.
I’ve written a couple of blog posts for Truro Buzz, where I get to interview and spotlight some of the incredible organizations and people in my community.
Along with my husband Joey, I’ve written a third kids book in our series of books that centre around tough conversations with kiddoes through the eyes of our doggoes (coming soon…).
And I’m writing a non-fiction book.
There, I said it.
More on the specifics in a later post, I’m sure, but I want to make it known that, even if it doesn’t get finished for another seventeen years, it’s happening.
I’ve already shared this with a few people close to me and the folks in my Women’s Social Network, mostly as a way to make it feel more real and to actually hold myself to it.
In my most recent article for Hub Now, on behalf of the Canadian Mental Health Association, I wrote about the one year anniversaries that are looming over us this time of year. I discuss the importance of creating little things to look forward to so we can continue to make it through these tough times:
“Absolutely allow yourself to feel your grief over the loss of a loved one, the anxiety over the loss of a job, or the fear surrounding a ‘normalcy’ that doesn’t seem to exist anymore.
And then try your best to find something down the road that you can’t wait to celebrate.”
I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: writing is the thing, more than any other thing, that always gets me through.
Whether it’s poetry, journaling, creating a play, writing a kids book, or crafting a caption for an Instagram post, for heaven’s sake, I enjoy putting ‘pen to paper’ and putting words together.
One of the best decisions I made this time last year, after mum died, was to start writing to her. For the longest time, I wrote to her every day… Just mundane stuff, mostly. The stuff I would normally text to her or call her about. And simply putting that stuff on paper not only helped with my grief, but helped me get through my day-to-day.
Now, I write to mum a few times a week. To feel that sense of normalcy. To get the thoughts I am aching to tell her in person out of my head. To connect.
I haven’t yet, but I plan to revisit these journal entries, letters, conversations — whatever you want to call them — with my ma. I want to see where I was in my grief journey and remind myself of some of the moments and memories I had along the way.
Yes, writing is the thing that always gets me through.
Writing my book will be my “something down the road that I can’t wait to celebrate,” along with all of the other, smaller milestones and celebrations that will pop up here and there.
Another chapter, more research, another connection with someone I admire...
The writing, like the story I’ll tell, will ebb and flow, shift and change, intrigue and inspire.
And I’ll be here riding the wave.
With pen in hand and purpose.
3/31/2021 04:15:09 am
All the BEST in whatever you do. You got this girl!
4/2/2021 07:26:41 pm
Thank you, Blair!✨
3/31/2021 07:03:35 am
Can't wait to see what's next! xo
4/2/2021 07:27:06 pm
Thank you, Cindie!✨
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As a mental health advocate, this blog is dedicated mostly to my experiences living with depression and anxiety.