Is this what grief does to you? 

Posted on by Noelle Campbell

​I didn’t stop writing when Sam died, but it became incredibly hard to imagine and create.  For a long while, I felt like all I could do were the basic, practical things that life demanded.  Then, I turned to friends more and more. Ironically, I turned to friends because a friend was creating more holes in my emotional walks than he was filling.  Then came you.  I start too feel more like who I should be every day.  I start to create, even if I still have a hard time imagining.  I don’t know if my muse will ever want to imagine things again.  Sometimes I feel so far from imagining that I can’t even get myself to miss  it.  It feels foreign to me now.  Like I’ve been on a mission in a foreign county so long, I forgot what it was like in my homeland, even my native language.  I want to write stories again, but I have doubts my mind will ever take me back to my lands of make believe.  

I wish I had a jedi master to teach me over again how to be more like who I was. Help me Obi-Wan Kenobi, you’re my only hope.

Could it be possible that three years and a new marriage later, I am still grieving?

I guess so.

Published by Noelle Campbell

This blog is about my life and how I see things. I write, I think, I dream, I do. I used to write a lot of fantasy until I realized I was living one. I was married to a deaf-blind Hobbit in a realm we created together. He passed away in 2014, but our life was interesting enough I think you might like it too.