I’m embarrassed at the frequency of my blog posts for this month. It’s already the 14th and this is just my third entry. It can mean several things: I’m too busy that I don’t have time to write; I have nothing to talk about at all, which could mean I haven’t been doing anything or engaging with life that nothing new springs to mind; or the most possible reason is that I don’t have the urge to because I’m still going through this funk.
I may have been going through my depression but I have finally been truly processing it. I’ve finally been talking about it with people, and not the people that I’ve been expecting to talk to it about. I’ve gotten some theories about what triggered this and how to pull myself out of it (one of which includes shaving off my facial hair).
But I’ve been feeling lighter and less burdened by my darkness and I’m feeling more and more driven to fighting this and pulling myself together so that I can get my life back on track.
I’m done moping and I’m done beating myself up over all of these things, which may or may not even be the reason for this deterioration of the self and my creativity. Maybe I’ve hit rock bottom and there’s nowhere to go now but up.
Whatever the case may be, I’m now more than willing to burst through this. They say that the only way out is through and in my case, I think I know now what that means.