I’d love to start reading a new novel right now, but all of my books are currently being stored at a friend’s house. 😩 I have at least ten I haven’t read yet and I just don’t want to start an eBook or anything until I’ve read those…
I feel like I’m drowning. Slipping down into all these bad feelings and thoughts. I’m in an ice cold lake that has no bottom, every time I think I can’t get any lower I look down into the darkness and can’t see the end. There’s no one around me but at the same time, I’m not alone. Beings everywhere but not a single one that can help me out of this. They don’t care and I don’t want them to. You see, while sinking into this never ending abyss is torture, I think I’ve grown to like it in here. And I don’t know if I want anyone to help me out of it anymore. Don’t they always say misery loves company?
Came across this post today, and it struck a chord with me because if I don’t have that time to myself to just think or daydream, I’ll have no inspiration or topics to write about. Everyone has their own process to writing and when that process gets interrupted we find it hard to get back to doing what we love.
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Hey guys, just wanted to let you all know I’ve gotten out of that abusive household and now I live somewhere else. They care for me and even though they don’t do great and there’s not a lot to do here, its much better than being where I was and I’m a lot less stressed out. Although I do feel like my depression has gotten worse and my s/o and I have been drifting apart there are some things to look forward to. Things such as, starting college in December and hopefully getting my first job soon. I hope soon to have something written, even if it’s not something I like. I just want to start posting on here again and get back to my creative self. ❤