While I went through my own personal crisis in my late 20’s and early 30’s I learned a lot of things.
Needless to say, I have my own perspective on the state of the world and its reaction to the Coronavirus.
I almost died more times than I can count. I went to the hospital with a BAC a of .6 and was told later I shouldn’t have lived. I’ve been taken out of work functions (plural) in an ambulance.
Yes, I did this all to myself, but it was a byproduct of unresolved trauma and pain. So, I started to work on it. It wasn’t pretty, and new issues pop up all the time. Today I can handle those issues productively.
I understand there is a universe all order to life. I understand I had a reason to live. So I kept writing, and I kept growing.
Now that we’re in the midst of a global crisis, I can use these lessons and help others. It might not be much, and I may not be able to solve anyone’s health or financial problems, but if I can shed just a little bit of light, then you may understand why I’m so passionate about writing my not-so-pretty experiences.
I’m sure a lot of people won’t agree with my perspective, and that’s okay. Since I already stay home the majority of the time I’m not working (and the other is spent by myself or with a friend outside), I intend to spend this time completing my v-steam course, finishing my book, and reaching out to literary agents.