Just Write

Sometimes I can’t help but feel frozen. I can’t speak what I am thinking; I can’t write what I am feeling. I get writers block or I start to sensor myself based on what others may think about my writing or my words. I start feeling I may be judged by the majority or that I may be disliked for my words. Then I remember. I remember that I have to push through that fear and start writing from my heart. My words may help one person; just one person, and that person is who I write for. I write for the person who needs my words right now. That one person is you. That person may be the child sitting alone in their room, hearing their parents argue, and feeling like there is no hope in the world. That person may be the man, who just lost his wife from cancer, and is looking online one last time before he chooses to join her. That person may be the alcoholic or addict, who just came to, in a pile of her own vomit, and feels like no one understands what she is going though.

I write for the minority. My words are for the individual; each individual going through their own individual journey, who may need hope right now. As each individual finds hope, joy and peace, one day we will become the majority. One day we will become the norm; those of us who have found peace; those of us who have fought to get to where we are and made it through with empathy, love, faith; those of us who generally appreciate each day we are given, because we have known what it was like to be down with nothing except misery and contempt. We know what it is like to be in pain, controlled by fear, anxiety and depression. We know what it is like to feel like the world would be better without us. We know what it feels like when someone offers their hand to us, and how hard it was to reach out and take it. We know what it’s like to literally, day by day, just make it through on a prayer. We know what it is like to rock and cry ourselves to sleep because we want so badly to escape reality, but we have seen how much damage that escape was actually causing. However, we don’t have the strength in that moment to reach out for help, so we just white knuckle it through the night, praying that we can make it through to the next morning. We know what it is like to grab, reach, and crawl through despair, agony, and fear, barely making it on the other side to find love, empathy, and compassion from others who have already made it through on their journey.

I hope I will never be ashamed to share my story, never be ashamed to share my fight with others. God has shown me that my words have helped others find him. By sharing my words, it continues building my strength to fight another day. One day I know I will I will find complete peace and serenity. For now I just need to continue to write and speak, and as long as it is with good intentions, not belittling others, or intentionally attacking people, God will direct my words to the individual who needs to hear them today.

To anyone else struggling like I have, with writing for an individual, instead of the majority opinion, I say, just write. Your thoughts, feelings, and entire existence is meant to be part of a bigger story, that we will one day see, and you are meant to connect with individuals. Forget those who try to tear you down. Forget those who are envious, or irritated at your words. Your words may save a life today, and tomorrow, your words may save the life of the individual who tried to tear you down today. With God in your heart, just write.