My Fear of Rejection Has Reappeared

My writing future looks uncertain

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This platform has been my constant companion for almost eight years.

By chance, I discovered an opportunity to learn and grow as I began my journey as a writer and poet. I’d always dreamed of returning to writing in my twilight years, and my early successes here encouraged me to continue.

There have been many changes over the years, some good, others not so much, but this one is unconscionable. During this time, some publications and writers have come and gone, but I formed new connections and carried on.

I thought I was over the tears of grief and loss when my soulmate left thirteen months ago. I’d promised to make him proud of me as a writer and poet. Last year, three of my posts were boosted — all relating to my healing journey. I knew he’d be happy with my progress.

But this has come to a screeching halt in 2025.

Now tears fall again. I’m battling to cope with a new kind of grief and loss. An indescribable pain. The prospect of disconnecting from this writing world and the loving and supportive community of writers which has kept me going for so long is devastating.

It’s affected my mental health.