Mental Block

I don't feel inspired to write. I do, however, have many thoughts. It's also high time I update this blog.  Last year was a bit of a rough one.  I reached a different, unexplored and unexpected low in my mental health. It was hard. I lost loved ones and could not be with my family. I lost friendships and close people moved away.  The battle to not feel alone, when alone was what I was , was an uphill battle that never ceased. It was hard. I felt hurt. I felt afraid.  Afraid of the feelings I was feeling. Afraid of the change. Afraid of the pandemic. Afraid of work. Afraid to be alone. Afraid that my life was going to remain one where I would constantly say farewell and goodbye to people. So afraid of myself. Afraid of my mind. Afraid. Scared.    I began to emotionally disassociate to cope. I felt so drained and tired. Exhaustion became a frequent visitor. It was hard. I stopped feeling for a while because I needed to.  I pulled myself out of my head an...