I have been terrified that my ability to write, concentrate or work would ever come back. I had been convinced that never again would I feel confident in what I wrote or be able to see the best way to convey information to readers.
My posts have been lacking and the ability to think creatively had abandoned me for so long that I was beginning to think that it would never come back and that the job I love so much would no longer be something that I could possibly do.
Today then, at 6am after little sleep I was overjoyed to find myself the author of an article on Harborough’s MP. It was a simple story which when well would have not taken me long but after the last four weeks it felt like such an achievement to have put pen to paper or tips to typing without the awful feeling of knowing I could not write.
The blogs have been a bit of a struggle of late and for the posts that were far from perfect and at times a little too dull I do apologise and thank you for keeping on supporting the project regardless.
I went in to the office for the first time in two months and it felt like coming home. I am incredibly lucky to work for a company and with colleagues who are overwhelmingly supportive of what I have been going through.
Writing and working as a journalist is quite simply the only job that I would ever want to do. I love meeting new people and being entrusted with their story and it feels so amazing to know that it is a job that I will be able to continue to do.
The psych, the tablets, the support of my friends and family, all of it has meant that I am back to myself and even if only a little at a time that I am back to the wonder of work and the best local paper in the whole of the country, bar none.