Out of Patience, Still Writing Anyway

Lately, I’ve been staring at a blank page and realizing it’s not the page that’s blank, it’s me. A mental block. That heavy pause where you know you should move, do, write, speak…but the gears don’t turn.

I keep asking myself: What do I even have to say? It feels like the important things have all been said already. Be kind. Money won’t buy you happiness. Don’t give up. Words that used to sound wise now echo like tired slogans. So what’s left for me to add?

And yet, this is where I ended up: the truth doesn’t lose its value just because it’s been repeated. Some things are worth hearing again, especially when they’re hard to do. And one of the hardest? Asking for help.

It’s not easy. It doesn’t feel natural. Sometimes it feels like the last thing you want to do. But isolation will trick you into thinking you’re the only one carrying pain, when in reality, the people who love you feel the weight too.

Asking for help isn’t a weakness; it’s a courageous act. It’s deciding not to let the silence win, or the Microsoft Word blank page intimidate you. It’s saying, I can move along with the uncertainty.

So if you’re in that place, stuck, blocked, drowning quietly, reach out. Not because the world hasn’t heard it before, but because you need to hear it now.

Go on…Make it Possible. (Even if your brain is still on strike.)