Frankly speaking, Grief still visits me from time to time but not Depression anymore. You see after all, they are not that scary and in times of grief, I simply dive into my writings again. Here, reflecting and putting my writing experiences in a particular order and context, I see my writer’s evolution as a spiritual endeavor: A revisit by chance, a therapeutic practice, a moment of awakening, an acquisition of the belief system, and finally, a construction of identity are how I would consider my evolution in writing. However, something that you may not have noticed is that fact that these artificial separations did not not occur linearly, nor in a mutually exclusive way. Yet, if there is a final end point I have to conclude with, it would be a sense of possibility, knowing that there is only more to experiment, more to discover, and more to improve in my writings.

And thank you, Grief.