The sun shines in the darkest places
bringing light to unknown spaces.

~tired mind typing fingers

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Romanticizing mental health issues is seen as a somewhat “cool” thing these days, but from someone that lives a life void of ‘normalcy’ due to the effects of mental health issues, I wanted to speak out. People with these issues wish they didn’t have to admit they had them, so hearing others say things such as “I’m so nervous, I have social anxiety”, or “I’m so bipolar today” is extremely painful.

Just like glamorizing a physical issue such as cancer, it’s simply in bad taste to spin a story that you have an issue that you don’t, to make yourself seem unique or more interesting – there are plenty of qualities that already make you unique. ๐Ÿ™‚ What pretending does is damage the reputations of those who are suffering when we already aren’tย taken very seriously.

I think about my issues because they affect me 24/7. I can’t conveniently “turn them off”. How I wish I could, because I would turn them off forever…

Mental illness is real. I wouldn’t wish it on my worst enemy.

Read my OCD post here for more information regarding my struggles with OCD.ย 

-tired mind typing fingers

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Well, I’ve been MIA here on the blog. The dreaded colonoscopy happened. The recovery has been rough pain-wise (it seemed to have triggered a pain flare-up) and I’ve been so exhausted from it all. The good news is that I received good news (no endometriosis found!), so I feel very thankful for that. ๐Ÿ™‚

Other than that, life stresses have distracted me from writing regularly. I can’t believe it’s been a week since I wrote a post. Not how I wanted this week to go, but every time I thought about writing, I wanted to, yet I didn’t. I know that as an aspiring writer, that’s not a very good thing. If I stop, I might not be able to get back on the horse again.


Photo from, by Pezibear


I think I’ve written a post or two before on this topic, but, here we go again. ๐Ÿ™‚

One of the things I’ve found through trying to write my novel and my efforts at writing consistently (“consistently”) is that writer’s block is a very real and difficult thing.

Inspirational moments of intense, brilliant ideas sometimes are very few and far between. If you feel it, write it. Once it’s gone, it’s gone.

If you can’t find the words, take a break. This is only my opinion, and for others this doesn’t work. Continue reading “WRITE WHEN YOU CAN, FOR THE WORDS CAN QUICKLY DISAPPEAR”


The progress of my novel so far is… well, better than when I began blogging a few months ago.

Apparently my novel has a mind of it’s own, or perhaps it’s just my mind lacking proper skill and determination.

The toughest part for me has been the editing. Oh, the editing… I’ve been editing the thing for over a year. A year! I know, I know. Writing takes time. But a year is just so long if you think about it.

Continue reading “EDITING… THE TEDIOUS TASK”


Thank you to each and every one of you who’s decided to follow my blog and read, like, and comment on my work. It truly means the world to me! I love to write.

Writing helps me to navigate life’s struggles, helps me to learn and grow, helps me to think more clearly, and, most of all… it helps me to feel better throughout my depression.

*Insert happy/celebratory things here!*

Also, the photo is a little bit inaccurate — I’m not eating cake. But how nice would that be?


Photo from, by diapicard