Just because I can’t write
With pen and ink
Doesn’t mean I don’t have words to say
The grey period
Where I had to find a way
Without thinking of my body
As just a failure
Losing The Ability To Write
Published
Just because I can’t write
With pen and ink
Doesn’t mean I don’t have words to say
The grey period
Where I had to find a way
Without thinking of my body
As just a failure
This is a deeply moving piece. Its quiet strength lies in the way it separates the ability to write from the ability to express. The words speak of resilience, identity, and finding a new way forward when the body no longer cooperates as it once did.
Thanks
This is a deeply poignant and thought-provoking piece. It sheds light on a painful reality with remarkable empathy—the impossible choices many mothers may feel forced to confront when a relationship becomes unsafe.
The contrast between “a place of safety” and “leaving their children behind” is especially powerful. It shows that for a mother, leaving an abusive or dangerous situation may never feel like a simple act of self-preservation; the fear of being separated from her children can become an overwhelming barrier.
It feels like it
Exceptionally well written,