I've been writing now nonstop everyday from June 2017th until now and I that I think is a testament that I love writing or do I? Maybe I am just forced into writing because I needed to earn just to support my medical and future needs as I know that I could not be able to write forever.
My first experience into blogging was when a site where one can earn via comments, like, and view your articles. It had thought me how to properly source the photos that I use.
I can remember that it was when the Boston bombings had occurred because I had made an article about it. I used a screenshot of the news video footage but that article of mine wasn't paid because I used a bad photo with no sourcing.
But after that my articles or most of it had gotten paid until I was able to earn about maybe $4,000 dollars or so which I had used to buy a refrigerator and or flatscreen TV. I had planned to renovate the house but it didn't happened because the site had closed to revenue problems and spamming for one reason and the rest was history.
Then I had learned about about this platform (steem) and I gave it a shot since I am in a panic where to source my income because at that time I am already in a lot of pain too. Fortunately some people extended a helping hand as it was the time that steem was peaking, lots of people are empowered because the value of steem is really big until all Alts dwindled in value.
But due to my utmost perseverance and consistency I was able to earn just to sustain my prodigal lifestyle of my undoing. I really have an expensive treatment cost now per dialysis session even though I have been using a health insurance plus the cost of my Parathyroid drugs and phosphate binder had added to my headaches.
But at least I am earning to patch-up those needs but it means that I will not be able to achieve my expensive medical goals which I think has no definite possibility or certainty if it will happen. But for the meantime I have to do all the things necessary to survive this kind of peculiar life that I have.
The only option for me to move on with my life is to write because I could not afford to stop as it will mean no income and if no earnings coming in no medicines that I can buy. I if will not be able to buy and use my medicines I will revert back into that lingering pain misery that I had before.
I do not want that to happen which is why in a way I am forced to write but fortunately love this kind of "work" because it is fun, I am meeting people that loves me and cares for my welfare, and it gives me security and comfort, it makes me happy so I do not mind that I am using most of my time being in here and this writing marathon that I do is quite an achievement too too because not all people can do this, they can't even do one much less thousands.
So I am happy but in pain but still happy and full of hope in my heart that maybe one day I could see myself achieving my target goals, what glorious times it will be, I am praying that it will happen and may God wills it for me.