The moments of deep depression and trauma has always been my triggers to start writing.
It seems I can't write when happy. Just like last year when I discovered Steemit. It has become my refuge now.
My first posts were filled with the depression and pain I felt. Then longer I stayed in Steemit though my writings changed to that of hope
The words are the grains of sand that polish and removed the black that surrounded me .
I am still not OK but I am still here.
That is actually quite beautiful. Thank you for sharing this. That shift from pain to being able to capture hope is a powerful process. Congratulations!