I’ve been putting off writing this blog. The idea for this blog first emerged early in 2017. It was going to be called “Finding Haroon”
Back then seismic shifts were happening in my life. Namely:
1.) I admitted to myself that I had mental health issues and sought professional help.
2.) I ended my 10-year marriage. Not an easy choice, but a necessary one.
3.) I rediscovered my identity as an artist. Namely as a writer.
I wanted to document my journey. It didn’t happen.
The past 3 years were turbulent. I went through numerous mental health breakdowns. I suffered financial hardships. I moved house 8 times, each move added to the already towering pile of trauma I’ve accumulated since I was a young child.
Also, I procrastinated. I didn’t write because even though I wanted to write, I did not view myself as a writer.
That wasn’t my identity. So, my actions, or lack thereof, aligned with that lack of self-belief.
But that changes now.
I ended my marriage 3 years ago, but the divorce was not finalised until late in January 2020. My divorce weighed on me.
Thankfully, I’m now free of that mental block.
I want to write. I want to create MY life. The one that I choose. Not a life that others have chosen for me.
This life involves writing, it involves telling stories. I want to share my joy, pain and everything in between.
I am Haroon.
I am a writer.
I am an artist.
That is my identity.