Lately I’ve been noticing a trend as I scavenge articles, blogs, written works: reminders to live life to the fullest, fully enjoy the moment, do what you love, appreciate everything. I think I’m partially looking for that sort of encouragement, but it’s also seemingly ‘finding me’, sprouting across almost every avenue I venture into. Coincidence? Continue reading “HOW CAN YOU MAKE IT COUNT WHEN YOU CAN HARDLY MAKE IT?”
I’ve been writing a lot of negative posts lately, so, I guess here’s another one. I wrote this a little bit ago, just tweaked it now to get a post out today.
Emily Dickinson. Edgar Allan Poe. Sylvia Plath. Mark Twain. Helen Keller. Stephen King. Anne Rice.
The names above are just some of the famous authors who struggled with illnesses.
I love to read. However, I haven’t embarked on many of the classics yet. I’ve watched some of the movie-versions of the books I haven’t read yet, though.
Sometimes even reading is too demanding of a hobby when I’m feeling bad (“bad”… ha). I think it would help if I could. Depression makes you lose motivation even for the hobbies you do still enjoy and can manage to do. I want to learn to push through that and be productive.
So, why do so many successful writers deal with, or have dealt with, health issues? Specifically, depression, anxiety, and other mental illnesses (as well as physical issues, of course. In my journey with physical pain, I can see why physical issues can lead to depression).
Is writing a therapy, or is it just that the nature of people struggling with these issues seem to lean toward writing? Is it both? Is it a coincidence? Continue reading “THE COMMON BOND THAT WRITERS SHARE: MISERY”
I’m mad at myself for not getting a post on here yesterday, and did I miss the day before that too? I don’t even know.
I was supposed to have an appointment tomorrow, but I canceled it because the pain I made the appointment for (I assumed it was an ovarian cyst) has gotten better – it’s still there, but not nearly as bad as it has been for the past month. I feel thankful for that.
Now, there are plenty of other reasons I could have gone for (Adenomyosis is flaring up very badly currently…), and I’m not too convinced that the original problem is resolved, but, I just didn’t feel like dealing with what a doctors appointment entails. Not tomorrow. Not soon.
I hate these feelings I get around appointments. Heightened anxiety creeping in my mind as the days count down to the day. As the actual day rolls around, and the clock counts down, ever so quickly might I add, I feel nauseated, I can’t eat, and I experience severe stomach pain. Continue reading “CANCELING DOCTORS APPOINTMENTS LAST MINUTE, WHILE STILL IN PAIN?”
OCD lives in my head,
like it’s its own entity,
pervading my thoughts,
controlling my actions.
Frustrating reminders playing on repeat, an intrusive bully puppeteer-ing my body to do exactly what it wants.
A robot. Continue reading “OCD, I HATE YOU”
INSPIRATION FUELED BY PASSION
Yesterday I had a new idea pop into my head for a story.
A real idea that I could see as a book.
So, as you can imagine, I got pretty excited about it and wanted to start writing right away! This was around five o’clock.
The rhythmic sound of cars driving down the road, the subtle breeze shaking the trees.
Leaves dance in the light wind, crashing against the car and falling, ultimately, to the ground.
There’s not much sound at all – a sudden honk as soon as I could fall asleep. Continue reading “OBSERVATIONS FROM AN IN-BETWEEN EVENING”
I find myself feeling hopeful when thinking about the future, yet in a very hopeless way.
Success is like a pipe dream, somebody else’s dream. Continue reading “WHERE CAN WE FIND HOPE?”