I need to write.
I do. But my heart still feels like stone.
After we lost my mom-in-law, I wrote. A lot. And I ended up with a children's book. It did indeed help me work through my grief. And it's a treasure of thoughts that my daughter will appreciate down the road.
I need to write. The thoughts and words fill up my head, tugging at my heart, and streaming down my cheek when I least expect.
I need to write. The story is there inside my heart. But I can't.
I will. Just not yet.