My outlet is gone forever. Feel defeated.
I've been writing since I was a small child. On and off. There's been periods where I'd have slumps but it's something I've always done.
I don't journal. The type of autism I have makes me more likely to fixate on things so when I was just journaling, writing my feelings down etc I'd end up feeling worse about my issues rather than it being a release.
Throughout my teens and early twenties I used to co-write with other people on RPG forums. But after I came out as trans I well, stopped. People started to really hate me.
I actually remember doing one RPG where a character was trans and I got a lot of praise for how I wrote her. Only for people to turn hostile when finding out I was trans myself.
Was the last time I did one of those RPGs. But I kept writing solo.
Whenever I'd hit a slump, I tended to find creative writing groups or co-writing and that would pull me out. Unfortunately I've been in a slump for months and no such groups exist.
Even tried setting up my own. Didn’t work. I've tried to set up my own group many times over the years but RSD makes it hard to commit when people RSVP yes every week only no just never show for months on end.
Despite trying everything, the slump is here to stay. I'm now at the point where I look at my past work and hate it.
I haven't found a suitable replacement for a creative oulet. Between my dyspraxia, a need to actually feel pride in what I do, the cost of some hobbies as well as some requiring a community element..
Yeah. No joy.
There's no hobby to replace writing with because it was a massive part of my life.
Times are scary. People have tried (and succeeded) in hurting me because of what I am. I found comfort in the creative. Helped me deal with that better.
It was kinda like, my writing made me feel like a mattered in a way. Because if something were to happen to me, at least it'd be there for people to see.
I never wrote about my own trauma. Even when writing trans characters in early transition I'd make them different enough from me so that I wasn't veering into self-insert territory.
In recent years I have explored narratives where powerless people overcome stuff, become powerful etc and I know damn well that's come about as a result of trauma.
So with it gone for good. I don't know what to do with myself.
I don't have access to good therapy and never did. Got trauma surrounding that with abuse (including attempted conversion therapy).
But I always just wrote stories. With that outlet gone, what I experience and what I have experienced feels louder and heavier than it ever has before.