Is there anything that’s making your soul ache today? What do you need? What do you wish someone would say or do to ease the ache? What can you do for yourself?
To all my lovely readers, friends, and fellow sensitive souls, I offer you my sincerest thanks. I never know where God is going to lead me, but I trust that it’s where I’m meant to go. You have been a big part of making this week one of the most joyful of my life.
The start of this week was very rough, and I won’t pretend that it’s not terrifying to share these details. Monday was an emotional day after a disappointing appointment with a psychiatrist. Like the majority of highly sensitive people, I struggle back and forth in a dance with anxiety and depression, mostly anxiety. That said, I am in a significantly healthier and happier place now than I was several years ago. I’m blessed to have the best therapist in the world. I’m blessed to have healed and grown. Walking into the new doctor’s office, I felt like I was past the labels. Or at least the label of depression, since I feel so much joy on a daily basis. I love God. I love my husband. I love my family. I love my dear, sweet cat. I love my friends. I love my job. I love writing. I love playing the harp. I love my life.
But the doctor didn’t see me for who I was. My therapist agreed. My amazing writer friends, who turned Monday around into a good day by nightfall, comforted and reassured me. Suddenly the labels didn’t seem so bad. After all, it’s just a dance. It doesn’t need to be a fight. There doesn’t need to be a stigma. There doesn’t need to be shame. If I didn’t have the depth of feeling and emotion I have, the good and the bad, I wouldn’t be able to produce any writing worth reading or music worth hearing.
So on Tuesday, I awoke with a new vision and purpose. Shelter for Sensitive Souls. My blog and Facebook author page, once barely breathing, lit up with life. Connections. Interactions. I realized that I know exactly who I am, who I want to be, and who I write for. I write for God, I write for myself, and I write for you. And I thank you, from the depths of my soul, for reminding me that there is worth in my existence. In my writing. In my soul. ❤
Write about a time you felt invisible to those around you. How did you feel? What made you feel invisible? What do you wish people had seen in you? Now write about a time someone saw you for who you really are. How did you feel in comparison?
Hello, friends! I haven’t blogged in five months and decided I needed to change the format a bit. I am mostly changing the mood of this page and its purpose. I want it to be for writers and readers alike, particularly sensitive souls like myself. I have renamed the blog Shelter for Sensitive Souls. It will still consist of Motivation Monday quotes and Writing Wednesday prompts, though the prompts will now be geared toward personal development rather than fiction writing. I will also be adding Sanctuary Saturdays, which will consist of life reflections on various topics that I hope many can relate to. These topics will include marriage, mental health, faith, and art, among others. I hope you enjoy the new format. ❤