More often than not, this blog goes untouched.
Despite that, I think about it everyday. I’m wracked with guilt because of what this space hasn’t become despite its potential. But, the truth is, writing has become hard for me.
Like everything else in my life, depression has taken the enjoyment out of writing. I’m at the point where I only write if I have to and frankly, I’m ashamed.
I feel like I’m losing my talent. I’ll have so many ideas but they get lost in the abyss of my sorrow. Some of them stick and I’ll write them down in case, one day, I’ll act. One of those ideas was actually blogging about my struggles with mental illness. I have written a few pieces about it but there are so many nuances and details that get missed with a think piece here and there. I have no plan. Just space. Hopefully, y’all will stick with me.