This week has been hard. Not because I don't want to write or because I lost my grip on the story I want to tell. No. I worry it may leave me behind, I have my story tight in my fists and it's bursting out of me.
That's not all that's bursting.
I suffer from chronic migraines, and this week has been exceptionally difficult. Like any other human who has suffered a similar affliction, I have a long list of tried-and-true practices that usually mitigate it or at the very least bring a bit of relief. The changing of the seasons has given me agony, my face throbbing with every moment that I stay awake. My bones are tired, my face is pulsing, and all of my senses demand deprivation.
Still, my 1000 words minimum a day count looms, begging me to fulfill it and with it to bring my dream of being monetarily self-reliant to fruition. I have no time to suffer this migraine that has stretched on for 3 days now.
I am doing my best; to write, to research, to plug away at the details of the brand I'm building, hoping to become a storyteller that brings people hope and joy.
That's all we can do.
Our best.
Whatever that is at that moment.
Tell me about yourself. Distract me with tales of your childhood or your own bouts of chronic illness. Shout out all the wonderful things you've discovered about yourself during this troubling time.
Tell me all the things while I lie here in the dark.