One thing I use, besides the
endless medications that may or may not work, to help me through my depression
is my writing. For the most part, my writing has been immune to my depression
which is good as it gives me something to get lost in as I’m dragged further
into these awful gray days. On occasion, however, the depression leeches onto
my creativity and holds it hostage.
As I continue to polish my Deceptions trilogy (I have no idea of
the status of those opportunities which is frustrating), I started a poetry
project. It started to fall victim to my depression over the weekend and
finally, succumbed last night. Hopefully, I’ll be able to pick it back up soon
because A) I enjoyed what I was doing with it and B) I’m tired of my depression
affecting things that give me pleasure.
I’ve written a few times that the
two things that help me through my depression is my writing and the Daughtryverse
but sometimes the Daughtryverse can make my depression worse. (That’s a story I
won’t be sharing on my blog.) So there are a few times where all I have is my
writing and when my depression robs me of that, it’s horrible.
Writing is my escape and when I
don’t have that, it’s not so fun. Time slows down, absolutely nothing interests
me, and I either have no appetite (which is not a good thing for a fat girl) or
I eat everything in sight (again, which is not a good thing for a fat girl).
All I can do now, is wait for my
creativity to be released unharmed.
Dana
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