I loved writing. If there is one thing that always provided me solace, it was words. and a lot of them. I found comfort in them, I found hope in them.. I felt inspired by them. And now I have lost all of that.
I was telling a friend the other day that pain is the only inspiration that you require.. but I never realized how losing inspiration would be more painful.. and not at all inspiring..
so I can easily conclude that not all kinds of pain and suffering are inspirational..