Confessions of a Writing Obsession
In response to Coffee Challenge: Why I want to be a better me in 2022
I’m not going to lie. 2021 wasn’t as challenging as other years. A messy divorce some time ago still takes the cake.
But it certainly was testing and a shocking wake-up call. My patience and faith in humanity were both questioned as Covid continued to dominate our lives. A friend died, and another had a heart attack. They were brutal reminders of the precariousness of life and the wear and tear of the body with age — and nasty habits.
My saviour was writing. I put my heart and soul into words.
I have spent hours writing short and long-form, with a splash of poetry here and there. My nursing and teaching careers and my childhood memories have been plentiful sources for personal stories and opinionated pieces. My photographs, too, have served as writing inspiration and a welcome alternative for introductory story images. The two go beautifully hand in hand.
However, writing is starting to show its pitfalls. What initially brought me utter joy has snowballed into an obsession. Writing dominates my waking hours — and often my sleeping ones, too. It has started to impact both my physical and mental health. I’ve let it take over my mind and rule my days.
