I feel sad.
I've always felt sad.
When this happens I shut up and seal my mouth, afraid of what could come out. I seal my feelings. But I can write them out. But I can't type them out.
Forgive me if I ever sound stiff in my writing here. I am accustomed to the use of a pencil on a notebook. That is the best medicine for me. When my depression causes me stress, I pick up a pencil. It always makes me feel better.
If you ever feel sick, tired, or depressed, do what makes you feel better, whatever it is, as long as it will not hurt you in the long-run.
I write.
Writing is where my feelings come out, and I for once can be unafraid of my own thoughts that torment me all the day long, and that haunt my nightmares all through the night.
My solace from my torturous mind is the written word, whether I am reading it or composing is.
My solace from my depressed mind is music, whether I listen to it, write it, or play it.
My solace from my mind that starts to repeat things too often is to get a dictionary and find a synonym for "solace". And then use it.
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Respite. Refuge. Harbor. Sanctuary. Paradise. Heaven.
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All those cures for my mind are gifts from God.
Books. Writing. Music.
I love all those things.
What scares me the most is what would become of the world if those things disappeared.
If just one vanished?
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