Gentle Reader,
Lisa-Jo took a break from hosting Five Minute Friday this week, but some of the ladies at the Twitter party (#fmfparty) decided to go ahead and link up anyway, via Marisa’s blog. I left the group chat early last night, so I’m coming to this late in the day, which is rather appropriate since they all decided that the prompt should be “break.”
Go.
I don’t know what to write.
Seriously, I don’t know what to write. That is abnormal. And the fact that there’s a timer ticking down in the background doesn’t make this any easier.
Two weeks into this detox/withdrawal thing and I feel…weird. That’s kind of anticlimactic and probably obvious from my previous posts, but that’s the best word I’ve got. It’s just weird. I have this sense of being broken, not emotionally, but physically, and that it’s going to take time, maybe a lot of time, to be put back together.
One minute, forty-six seconds. That’s how much time is left and I can’t string a decent sentence together. This might be the single most pointless blog post I’ve ever written, and yet I’m going to publish it. Because sometimes you feel broken and you don’t know what to write.
And that’s okay.
Stop.
To read all the posts in The Detox Diaries series, go here.
I am glad you decided to write anyway. I am a slow writer, so five minutes isn’t enough to get it all out sometimes. It’s especially difficult when the words aren’t coming.
May restoration come.
I’m visiting from FMF.
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Thanks for stopping by, Cheryl! I know what you mean on five minutes being tough. 🙂
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Enjoyed the honesty and real picture that is actually displayed in the words you wrote. You wrote them well. Blessings to you on your journey Marie.
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Thank you, Jolene. It’s odd to hear that I wrote something well when I could barely get the words out. But that’s just how it is sometimes, isn’t it?
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Hey Marie, Love this post. There’s a simplicity and honesty about it that speaks a million words, even if those words did not arrive on your webpage. We /are/…. sometimes talkative, sometimes energetic, sometimes inspired, and sometimes exhausted, empty, foggy-headed, overtaken. And He /is/… constantly Love pouring out in and through our lives. There’s no need to strive – and he carries our feeble words and holds them tenderly. So glad to have connected with you through FMF this week. xRuth
PS Hang in there with the detox… I know it’s helped me immesurably in the past, and am currently trying to get back on the straight and narrow myself.
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“There’s no need to strive – and he carries our feeble words and holds them tenderly.”
This. Really blesses me. So glad to have connected with you, Ruth!
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Words they can flow at the craziest of times and yet at others they just dry up. Yet that’s life isn’t it flowing to stagnant. Yet we have to push though it all, just like you did with this post.
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That’s so true, Sara. God grants us the ability to keep going. Thanks for stopping by!
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