Dearest readers, please read this:
I know I’ve gone MIA in the last couple of weeks.
The truth is, I have been struggling not only with writing but with life in general. I’ve had ups and downs ever since my father died. Hearing a song he liked, watching a movie we used to watch together, along about him or even speaking his name has been incredibly hard for me.
I was closer to him than anyone else. I was and still am a his little girl. And miss him so much. So much so that I can’t even put it in words. I’ve been diagnosed with depression before and now it seems things are heading towards that direction, even though I’m fighting it like hell, thanks to the amazing people in my life.
I’ve been trying to focus on the good things, on the memories I have with him, on all that’s been happening in my life that should be celebrated. But from time to time, like right now, writing this, I get emotional remembering how I can’t share any of the good things with him anymore. How I have to come home and not see him again. How I can never hug or kiss my dearest and beloved father again.
That’s why I’m putting this story on hold for a while. I plan on keeping on writing it but I need to get myself together. I need a clear head, inspiration and motivation to write properly again. The plot is almost in its apex and I have it all planned out. The next chapter is already being written, but I need time.
So I ask you all yo forgive me and to hang in there for a while longer.
And thank you. For everything.
Love as always,
Bea
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