I could cry. My brain just doesn't click like it used to. Dunno if it's age or stress or visceral terror or eldritch dread but I plod along doing my best and it still takes forever. I used to be a hare and now I'm a turtle and I feel like I'm letting everyone down. 😢
Hugs! You're not alone. We're all just doing our best.
We are. Hugs back
There are days where I’m completely paralyzed with existential dread about writing (I’m an academic), but look at the world these days… who could blame us? Gardening helps me feel better. Seeing the bees, the butterflies, my plants growing, there are still wonderful things out there. Hugs
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I'm trying to tell myself it's the times, not my brain, but I'm worried.
I feel this deeply and I'm so sorry it's hitting so many of us right now.
I was never fast, but I have slowed to an absolute crawl and that's if I get going at all. So I empathize.
It's a lot.
You're not letting everyone down. Give yourself the same grace you'd give your loved ones. There's no race anyway. You're doing great. 💜
Well, my book is late and I keep saying "soon" but my brain is what it is. I usually manage the anxiety better.
You’ve got this. Sometimes you just can’t go faster. It’s alright.
Existence is just a lot right now. I have been struggling the same way and also struggling with giving myself the compassion I probably need. So I hope I can extend some to you.
God, same
It shouldn't make me feel better knowing that lots of people are right here too but it oddly does. 🫂
I don't know about you, but in my case it's the exhausting times we live in. Makes it horribly hard to write anything.
(gentle hugs) We're living through the collapse of...well...everything, my friend. Anyone with any empathy at all is operating at a tiny fraction of their potential. But the most important thing is... we're living. And, truly, that is ALL we need to do. Anything else is bonus.
Not just you. (((HUGS)))
Hugs back
You aren't, it may seem bigger to you than what others perceive. Slower still wins. I ran into an old friend who said, 'still writing?' and I was 'erm not so much'. So I get it!
I tell other people that. A little progress is still progress. But I still feel like I'm failing.
It's hard to be creative and deadline oriented when the world is falling apart with very real consequences for the most vulnerable people. Everyone I know is struggling and feeling incompetent. Plodding along and doing our best is I think all we can ask of ourselves.
Hugs, my friend!
hugs back
It's likely a combination of all of these things. We are living jn interesting times, & there's a reason it's known as a curse. Older brains are generally slower- but they also have a lot more history & wisdom to process than younger brains. We do the best we can, & sometimes we must lean on friends
