Writing usually flows from me. Like water spilling over the banks of a river that is too tame for the former’s love of freedom. And then it just stopped. For six months. And what remained was an utter state of panic. I remember I would stay up late at night trying to grab hold of words as they passed through my mind like a song playing on repeat.. Unstoppable and fast forwarded to an extent where it was all a blur. I could not snatch sentences and put them down on paper: Such was the intensity of my lack of clarity. I often wondered why this happened. No wait, scratch that. I often wondered why I kept trying to avoid facing the reasons why I knew this happened. Classic denial = control. Often in life, we settle into our usual patterns of beliefs, whether those beliefs be about ourselves or the world and people around us. They become comfortable for us and we always assume that the complacency that comes with nourishing those beliefs will allow us to control our lives. We do everything we can to constantly validate the ideas we hold so close and in the process of doing so, we become terrified of facing circumstances which would shatter our perceptions of life situations because we feel like we cannot survive it. This is what happens that leads to a complete and total shut down of our own emotional, psychological and physical mechanisms: When our biggest beliefs are challenged in one way or another, and because we are so unprepared for dealing with the event that we have not equipped ourselves with the tools necessary to get through what we consider an ordeal. Cognitive Dissonance. At least that is what happened with me.
However, now when I have spent the last six months introspecting, I have realized that perhaps sometimes our beliefs getting challenged is a blessing in disguise because ultimately we may end up learning that they were irrational and unhealthy, which gives us the freedom to replace the old and archaic ones with new healthy perceptions. In my own experience, I came to learn that perhaps not everything I used to believe in was right for me. Some of my biggest fears turned into reality and it hurt so much! But guess what? I survived and I am still here: And that is the most important lesson that ordeals teach us – When everything you rigidly hold as true, safe and comforting is shaken up and tossed upside down, you will still be alive. You will still go on and achieve great things. And when you do that, you will know how strong you really are and how free you can be.