Out of the Cold

 

I took a moment. A short one, I thought. But I got stuck. Stuck with working and fighting to make ends meet. Getting back to writing felt heavy and far. It didn’t feel as if I would get the flow back. Like my dear friends, the characters I created, had come to life and left me in a void. It lasted for almost a year. Depression cut through my days whenever it could. The slightest chance I gave it and I was captured in despair. Darkness got deeper but I found new friends in old ones and old friends in new ones. Continue reading