I love writing.
Now, just about any author can say that.
But, really. I do love writing.
I've been depressed ever since I can remember. I know what it feels like to think you're worthless. I felt as if I were hanging by a string that was breaking, one strand at a time. My world was small. I felt suffocated.
I'm not saying that I don't STILL feel this. I do. But, I discovered the pencil and paper, and my own mind.
Each day, one after another, I discovered a little more about myself. Whether it be my favorite color is red or that I really do love to sing and act, it was something new each time. Our minds are places where anything we crave can become a lucid reality. It can. This is true in real life, but, sometimes our effort isn't enough.
That may be depressing to hear, but it's true.
Yet, when I pick up the pencil and let my mind and hand do all the work, I find myself gradually drifting off into my own little world.
And I hope to share this feeling with You.
- Currently in Antarctica.
- JoinedJune 5, 2015
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Jul 15, 2015 02:40AM
@RachaelMole Yes! I am definitely enjoying the story! It looks to have a great plot in development. I love the character development so far-and the way the story shows the differences in each time pe...View all Conversations
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