hoperekindled

2 years ago on Christmas Eve, our home was burgled while we were with family. One of the many things they stole was my laptop, with all of my storylines. #Lossofhope

I’m a romance/dramatic fiction novelist who writes when the mood strikes. So hearing well-meaning friends and family tell me, “oh, it’s all there in your head. You can just write it back down again!” made me feel bitter. I knew I could never get the same stories back, certainly not with the same emotion. Having those stories stolen crushed me. Absolutely. Effing. CRUSHED me.

But I did my best to move on. I’d gotten into therapy for grief counseling as I’d lost my grandmother that November. It was a bit serendipitous that I found my therapist shortly before this happened; I couldn’t cope with it because I couldn’t write, and she helped me through some dark days.

I even stopped reading because seeing the words on the page was just too much.

But I’ve been in a particularly low spot lately with much of my prior coping mechanisms no longer working. This time of the year is just tough. We live so far from family, we’ve lost so much around the time of the year, I just want it to be DONE so the pain can recede once again into the back of my mind. It HURTS!!

I wracked my brain for a healthy coping mechanism...and remembered the joy I always found in a good book. I bought a handful and read this past weekend. It was nice. It didn’t solve anything, but being able to put aside the tension I feel for those hours I was engrossed helped. A LOT.

And then today...I started writing. One of the stories that was lost “for good” came back to me. I don’t remember all the characters’ names or the exact storyline, so naturally it’s different, and it still hurts to know that the original is gone forever.

Even so...writing it down, getting into the emotions of the characters, feeling my muse flow through me into the pen and onto the paper again was absolute and total joy.

And it hurts like crazy.

And it feels amazing.

It makes me feel heartbreakingly hopeful.

#Depression #Anxiety #hoperekindled

If you feel you are unable to do what you want to do because of limitations related to health, time, money or any other circumstances, know that you are not alone and you are not forgotten.

If you are sick and in pain, you are not alone and you are not forgotten.If you wish you could run, jump, and laugh again, you are not alone and you are not forgotten.

If you are brokenhearted and hurting, you are not alone and you are not forgotten.

If you are grieving and filled with sorrow, you are not alone and you are not forgotten.

If you are discriminated against and feel inferior because of your physical ability, age,gender, race, background, faith, etc., you are not alone and you are not forgotten.

You are not forgotten by those with kind hearts and compassionate souls. You are not forgotten by those who have tasted your pain and understand how difficult your challenge is.

And best of all you are not alone and you are not forgotten because I believe there is A Creator and Sustainer whose love, care and compassion is beyond what I can imagine. So don’t surrender to pain. Don’t surrender to hurt. Don’t surrender to sorrow. Don’t surrender to inferiority. Feel them, recognize them, understand them but do not surrender to them.And remember, no matter what you are going through, you are not alone. You are not forgotten. (Taken from my book "Hope Rekindled: A Hope Empowered" - bestseller in inspirational poetry on Amazon).
#MightyPoets #Hope #Healing #Empowerment #ChronicPain #ChronicIllness #hoperekindled #raghadebied #Faith #FaithAndIllness