I have been in a low place for the last few weeks. It’s unusual for summer, but so is all the rain. I’m in the midst of surgical anniversaries, body traumas I have not been able to write, harm done to me by those I have loved without reservation, and pain I am still struggling to shed. It hurts, this space. But it is also a growing space.
I am learning about myself. Each time I dip into the angry valley, I climb out better equipped to help other writers change their expectations and create new, positive outcomes.
It may seem odd for me to say this when I am barely clinging to the sky, but the thing about me is I always remember there is a flip side. Even when I can’t see the light. And that is not the way I was born. It’s definitely not the way I was raised. This way of thinking is one I have taught myself with the help of therapists, friends and the page.
I have a piece up today on what is becoming a sister site to The Honeyed Quill. I’d love to share it with you. It is the first piece I’ve written about what this body has been through. Click here to read “Scars that Wear Me” on On the Verge with Shareen Mansfield.
I know that I said I see the silver lining, but this place is hard. So, if you have words to help me lift myself, I’d love to read them here or there.