I’ve been putting off writing on here, mainly because hello, I have depression. I put everything off. And then when I put whatever it is off it’s just a little too long since I’ve done that thing so it’s harder to start doing it again, so I put it off more. And that makes it even harder to start doing that thing again, so I put it off more. And then one day, I just realize that I basically gave that thing up and I have to live with the guilt and the wishful thinking of doing that thing again….and, well, it’s a vicious cycle. And one I’ve learned that if I’m going to get out of it I just have to jump out randomly (think of a spinning teacup at Disneyland where you suddenly jump out while hoping for the best). So here’s me jumping out of my teacup! SPLAT!
I’m going to write more. And it’s probably going to be mostly unedited, because that holds me back. Unedited means not only will sentences be a little annoying, but I’ll probably be a bit more crass. But then, is that really a bad thing?