I don’t know if there’s a lot of Writers out there who suffer from depression, but I am one of them. I am not clinically depressed but more situational. I guess it started when I was in College and it comes and goes. As a Writer it can be crippling at times and has caused me to leave a lot of writing projects unfinished or even forgotten. Sometimes it has even driven me to want to give up writing altogether but there must be a way to combat this evil condition that wrecks a lot of people’s lives leaving us feeling like nothing matters anymore. Everything matters.
When I’m depressed that voice in the back of my head decides that it’s his time to torment me and make me feel like I can’t write worth a damn. Or do anything right for that matter. I admit there have been times that I listened and agreed with him. Laid down and wallowed in my own personal hell. And let’s admit that we all do it at some point but that doesn’t make us bad people, or weak, or crazy. It makes us human.
Everyone who suffers from depression goes through periods of feeling less than who you are. It’s normal. What’s not normal is to allow it to win. We must get back up when it knocks us down. If we don’t we might as well die because the life we’ve been given won’t be worth shit if we give up. I’m writing this because I am depressed right now. Right this very minute and I am doing everything I possibly can to continue doing everything that I need to do. Including writing this blog. If I don’t who will? My book has been neglected over the past week and it’s