Sometimes, trying to write for fun isn’t fun at all.

Words won’t come to you when they are being drowned out by all the other voices in your head and it’s simply too hard to concentrate when the noise is so great.

Writing isn’t easy at the best of times, but when you are wrestling with so many conflicting emotions, putting pen to paper can be a mammoth task.

Recently, my writing has just been for me. Private thoughts and brain dumps of the mind, hidden away in secret folders on my computer. A blank sheet of paper where the voices can escape to, and I can rest my brain for just a little while.

It won’t be forever, but it is the reality of now.

The words will flow again. And that’s when I’ll be back.