I haven’t posted in about a week which, this time last year, would have been an unheard of occurrence. There’s been no particular reason for this. Work has been busy, but manageable, and I’ve had plenty of opportunities to sit down and write. It’s not even that the creative well has been dry. All you have to do these days is switch on the television news to find a ‘hot topic’ worthy of comment. It’s just…nothing has gripped me enough to ‘put pen to paper.’ Remember when we did that?
So the mojo has been missing. Then I read a tweet last night from a fellow author who is a leading voice on social media regarding mental health issues. She regularly supports and encourages others who are struggling as well as educating on the devastating effects mental illness can wreak on families and their communities. Her book was one of the reasons I decided to write about my own mental health experiences which led to this blog and the ‘Kirkwood Scott Chronicles.’
Well, it turns out this fellow author was going through a tough patch. The support and love her tweet received was immediate and overwhelming. Dozens of people who she had helped these last few years reached out to let her know she was not alone. It made me sit up and think. That’s the reason I started writing. To let those who were struggling know that they were not alone, that there were others out there who understood. That there was hope for even the most fractured faith.
That’s why I started blogging four years ago. Back then, I built up online friendships with fellow bloggers who had, or were going through, tough times. A sense of community developed and we built up daily routines. I don’t talk to many of those people anymore. Some have left WordPress, others have just drifted away. Social media is a fickle mistress, I get that, and I’m as much to blame as anyone else. Circumstances change and folk move on. I just hope they have moved on to a better place.
I realise this blog is my place of introspection. It’s not a place to plug my books, although I’ll always be grateful to those of you who read them. It’s not a place for social or political comment. It’s a safe place where I can bare my soul and expose my demons; and, in doing so, show you that it is possible to survive and thrive. A fractured faith is still a faith, a cracked lighthouse lamp still warns approaching ships of the dangers ahead. That’s why I’m here.