I just wrote a full scene.
I haven't done that since before my surgery.
The surgery that made me stupid. And also not able to do anything.
It's been almost seven months since that *&^%$ surgery. They say the pain from the damaged nerves might go away in one to two years. Maybe never.
Have you tried to be creative when you're in pain?
And not just normal pain. Not even "OMG I broke my back!" pain.
Pain like fingers on a chalkboard times a million. Pain so intense that you didn't know there was pain like that. Pain that tears away your anchor. Rips that sacral foundation out from under you and takes away who you were. Pain that over-stresses your heart and literally almost kills you. My mom knows that kind of pain. So do I now.
But today I wrote a scene. Just a half a page. But a whole scene.
It makes me think that maybe I'll come back out of this. Maybe I won't be gone anymore. Maybe there's a teenie tiny light at the end of the tunnel.
I don't want to get my hopes up or anything.
I wrote a scene.
Notes, Vol. 1: Born to Be a Larve by Boulet
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