Express trains have always fascinated me. In our country, Australia, express trains really don’t go all that fast.
When I was last in Europe we decided to get the Eurostar, from London, through the Chunnel, to Paris Disneyland. My granddaughters came along for the ride. I’m sure it was not for the train ride, just Disneyland.
Again I digress …
What I really want to talk about is the metaphorical express train.
I’m on it now, ticket in hand, waiting for it to arrive at my station.
The metaphorical train is hurtling along at about 250 kph and, every now and then it feels like the train begins to slow down as if coming into a station. Sometimes it seems like nothing is happening except for some outside friction noise and little else.
Yet, I’m not really on that train, but going somewhere else.
Like heading towards the bottom of an abyss.
It’s called rock bottom.
I’m told once you hit rock bottom the only way is up.
The question is, who do you know that has fallen into the abyss and come back to tell you about it?
Put into layman’s terms, being stuck on the express train to nowhere, or hurtling down the abyss, is like having a severe episode of depression. There are different types, some worse than others.
Actually hitting the ground is roughly the equivalent of looking for a way out that eases the pain, and that, for some people, is a quite drastic answer.
But the sign that the free fall is braking, like the express train slowing down, is a sign that you have realized what the problem is, and taking steps to resolve these issues. It’s not something you can do on your own, and surprisingly, there are a lot of people, some quite concerned, who are there for you.
You only have to ask. Sometimes all you have to do is accept their help.
Writers, like any other professional people, are the same as everyone else, but with one rather interesting difference. It is a profession where a lot of the time you are on your own, alone with your thoughts, your characters, your fantasy world, which sometimes so frighteningly drifts into your reality. You can become absorbed in your own world to the exclusion of all else.
What you need to so, as often as possible, is simply to step out into the light.
Some of us will make a fortune, most of us will make an adequate living, and live the ‘dream’ of doing the one job they always wanted to, and some will not.
I’m not rich, I’m not one who gets an adequate income, yet.
But I will get out of this abyss.
I can feel the braking effect.
My eldest granddaughter, who is 14, tells me the fantasy story I’m writing for her, where she is a princess, is going to be great.
The free fall has stopped. I step out into the sunshine.
All it needed was a little praise.