It’s been pretty quiet around here lately. (Not too quiet since I have had some amazing friends sharing.) But I’ve been struggling, struggling to find my voice.
Most days my words come easily. I know precisely what I want to say and how to say it.
But sometimes my mind and my heart make things more difficult.
Sometimes my mind is a blank slate. I lay in bed at night and search high and low for a couple words that I can piece together for some semblance of a phrase, a sentence, a paragraph.
Sometimes my mind just races. So many thoughts jog through my mind. I tear off after each and every one, hoping, praying to catch just one that is worthy of sharing here.
Sometimes my heart is a tightly sealed vault; protecting my innermost feelings like priceless treasures from rogue strangers.
Sometimes my heart is a healing wound; bandaged and on the mend but still at risk of infection.
But I will not give up.
I will search. I will chase. I will pry. And I will heal until my words flow again.
What do you do when you’ve lost your voice?