All I do know is that I have written posts sporadically, except for when I attempted to do "Blood Talk" series on the different types of Dark Creatures that litter the pages of my series. But alas, I stopped after getting to the "Phoenixes" post--why? Because school or work probably got in the way or I was in the position of going through lots of changes--which is always true for me.
I've recently taken some necessary steps to turn the next page or chapter of my life if you will, and as such I feel so much more refreshed, focused, and hmm...very much like a writer.
That writing part of myself was stamped down until recently, wallowing beneath some sort of veil I couldn't lift over excruciatingly tired eyes. I was exhausted, mentally more than physically.
But I didn't really know how depressed I was until I had a turning point, realizing where I was in my life wasn't where I needed to be for happiness sake.
We can suffer from anxiety/depression/etc., but we do not have to let it control our lives, year, month, week, day, hour, or second. We can choose to move on. We can choose to get up and do something. We can choose to put our anxieties toward productive activities.
Fitting that this be my 100th post, it being about the end of things, as it were. No, I’m not ending this blog, but I am ending this semester at college (it’s finals week, hence my lack of blogging, and…
Do you crawl in a ball and let yourself rest? Or are you determined to push past it and carry on with your day knowing it’s going to bring you further down later? And for the women reading, do…
It’s been a long time since I’ve had a semi-personal post on my blog, and it’s filled my thoughts, so here it is. The love of our craft (whatever that may be), the love of…living, whatever it is that drives…
