When I first started this wattpad account I was flooded with ideas and storylines that I had so much hope for. It felt like I was given the opportunity to expand on the worlds I loved so much with the characters I adored.
what I was not prepared for was the self-doubt, the uncertainty if I was really putting across what I wanted to put out. finishing a story starts to feel like a mental burden and my account soon became a graveyard of unfinished stories.
I had hit a wall creatively and everything I had in me that spurred and pushed me to publish my stories had flooded out of me just as quickly as it came in, something that happens when my mental health isn’t up to par. when it crumbles everything else does too.
it felt like I had too many cups and not enough water to fill them all, and really its taken me a while to realize something very important.
I was trying so desperately to follow the formula that other writers have posted when I really should have been sticking to my own voice. I was pushing myself to follow a formula that wasn’t something I vibed with.
right now I don’t really know what that is yet, what “my voice is” but im hoping I find it soon.
right now im at a deficit in terms of creativity and im hoping I can push past the wall I have up, or at the very least I can lean on it till I feel strong enough to stand again.