Between vertigo and breaking a molar in half, I’ve hit a few roadblocks in working on yon novel. It’s interesting, though, when pain helps and when it hinders. See, I suffer from depression. It paralyzes me when it hits. I can’t get out of bed. I can’t deal with people. Any kind of social interactionContinue reading “A Writer Without Words”
Tag Archives: Depression
Gray Worlds
I’m supposed to be writing. I have a deadline. It’s not even self-imposed this time; I need to have a certain writing project complete in a certain amount of time, and it should be easy to do so. Instead I’m sitting here staring at a screen. The worlds of brilliant color I should be creatingContinue reading “Gray Worlds”
False Dilemma
Choose one: You can either have creativity or you can have mental health. That’s what I wrote about a month ago. It really seemed that was the choice that was laid out before me. I had started taking medication for my depression, and my creativity faded. I’d seen it happen with others, so I wasn’tContinue reading “False Dilemma”
Mental Health or Creativity?
What is my creativity worth? Is it worth the lows of depression? Is it worth the dark walks? If it means being free of days unable to function, can I give up the ability to tell stories? If I give up the hollow heart, must I also give up dreamed-up skies? Can I give upContinue reading “Mental Health or Creativity?”
Write Again
Sometimes the goal of a writer isn’t writing; sometimes the goal is surviving. I was hoping that today’s post would be, “The Terrible Burden of Doing Nothing.” After literal weeks of no recharging time for this introvert, I had set aside Friday as a chance to form a little cocoon. It’d be an opportunity toContinue reading “Write Again”