It has been eleven months since Owen started having seizures. Something in my brain fragmented and I have struggled with writing ever since then (I even wrote about it here). I have stopped doing a lot of magazine writing, things that I don’t care about, since I am really trying to prioritize my life and intellect.
I’m working on several essay projects though and feeling good. I like writing. It is how my brain works and makes sense of things. Quiet around here means I am getting a lot done on half finished things which makes me happy.
I’m working in particular on a piece for Real Simple which has an essay contest each year. Contests are good because they push you a bit and force deadlines. The prompt asks about a decision you regret and something immediately came to mind. I won’t go into it here, but I have a lot of regret about a good friend/boyfriend/heartbreak. I wish there was a way to say I’m sorry, to acknowledge that I was wrong and caused hurt. But there isn’t–he’s not on Facebook and to seek out more than that would be creepy.
Anyway, I’m a jerk sometimes. I feel bad about that. I’m a good writer sometimes, not enough. I feel ok about that.
The Eliana Life 
You are blessed to have a tool at your disposal to work through feelings. I’m glad that you recognize/ utilize it! Good luck with the RS piece.
The way I know I’m not pregnant–I have ideas of things I’d like to write about. The way I know I’m a mother–I don’t write any of them down because who has time to sit at the computer? This comment has taken me almost 20 minutes to write because I had to collect rocks, ride the big car down our hill, find something for the big child to eat, put the pacifier back in the little child’s mouth (100 + times) . . . .