I can’t write a decent article about anything anymore. Writer’s block, that’s what they call it. But really, I don’t consider myself a writer…just some person who loves to write but for some reason can’t write as of the moment.
Writing is my scapegoat. I write when i’m angry, sad, depressed, suicidal (not literally of course) and all those emotionally unstable times of my life. And if I can’t do any decent writing anymore, what will happen to me and all those pent up emotions that i can’t seem to let go?
Maybe the problem is I like to write when I’m feeling too emotional for words. That makes sense because all I wanna do when I’m down is to mope around and wallow. Don’t get me wrong. Wallowing is good but for a while it gets old and that’s when you realize that it’s time to move forward and not 
to forget the past but learn from it.
Perhaps the problem is that I forget to embrace life when i am depressed. I forget how beautiful the sun is in the morning and how lovely the stars that are during the night. I forget the loving faces of my parents and the laughter that grazes my brother’s eyes. I forget that I have friends who cherish me and whom I unintentionally pain when I am sad. So locking myself up in my room is always an option but never a decision to make.
Bottomline is…I shouldn’t be writing when I am feeling emotional. I should be writing when I am glad. So that when I look back, I can see that despite all the bruises and ahces my heart have undergone, I have embraced life and that I have truly lived…
