Week 6 of writer’s block, and I’ve had enough. I’ve started posts. I’ve deleted posts. I’ve napped, cried, rewatched NCIS more times than I’d care to admit, and still—nothing. I got some unsolicited advice and quickly tossed it to the side. Because…honestly? How can this advice be sound?

In actuality…it was the best advice ever.

He told me to write. Yep. That’s it. All he said. WRITE.

Who’s that standing in my way?

Worry. 🧍🏾‍♀️

“Worry’s a bully. It gives you nothing—it only takes.” -Unknown

That’s the thing about worry. It’s stifling and heavy. What if it doesn’t make sense? What if I’m not as ready for this transparency as I thought? There are several other “what ifs” that crossed my mind, and I had to make a choice. Give in or grow.

Growing through pain is tough stuff, man. It’s probably the toughest stuff I’ve ever done. Probably the toughest stuff I will continue to do. Not just surviving—but living and finding beauty in the most difficult situations. Reminding myself that my tears serve a higher purpose.

I could give in to worry. It’s easy to do and doesn’t take much. See, worry can make you think there’s no way to turn these weeds into wonders. There’s no way I make it through the disappointment of this. But I’m here to tell you, it’s possible. It’s possible to make it through. No matter where you are in life, you can stop giving in and decide to grow. That’s the beauty of healing—it’s not linear. It’s roomy and stretchy. Warm and inviting. It’s that friend that never stops inviting you over, no matter how many times you cancel. It’s that smile and “no worries!” text from the one who truly gets you. Healing gets me. So even though I have these writer’s blocks, I’m coming back. Writing regardless and praying that my soul shines through.

Worry’s a bully, and I’m determined to make her my friend. Seeing as how I can’t get rid of her, I might as well handle her with grace. I was writing in my journal—and I when I finished—I had the following paragraph, and I want you to have it too.

“The tears I cried back then created the flowers that are blooming now. The tears I’ve cried these past few weeks are a sweet drink for my garden—a right rain coming down to refresh and renew. God gives us what we need. He takes us places to show us just how capable we are. I survived. I’m growing.”

As always, I hope you decide to grow.

Take Care,

ToriB💕🌻