Finding My Writing Voice

I have loved writing since I can remember.  My first story was "The Flower Who Had No Friends."  I laugh now to think of it, realizing that my melancholy was expressed through my writing.

Later I would use writing to express my dark sadness at a sophomore in high school.  A way to express myself and yet express it in a safe place.

Recently I have wanted to write.  I have so much to process but I don't have time or space.  So I want to try and create space for  myself.  I need this outlet.  Even if no one reads it I need this space.

I want to find my writing voice.  Whatever form it takes.  I miss writing.  I use writing as  way to process what is happening.  And I desperately feel like I need to process.  Because I am drowning in the space I am in. Desperate to rid myself of all that pressed me down. And I am also parched.  Desperate for more.

So I am trying to write again.  It is a process. 

I've started writing during my time with God in the morning.  It isn't as much as I used to write in the mornings but it is something.  After the kids are in bed I write my blessings.  Happy things from the day and print one or two little pictures from the day. 

These are my tiny writings.  I found poetry/prose prompts but my creativity is dead so I haven't tried one yet.  Maybe after I have been writing a little in the morning and a little at night I will reopen my heart and mind and pen to the release of writing that it brings. 

For now, I will also try to use this space.  Trying to write and trying to remember that writing is good for my heart and soul.