I do this “goal” list thing every year where I weigh what’s most to least important in my life which was spawned by a book about depression called The Mindful Way (through Depression). When I first started doing this in 2015, I never really put any weight on friendship or family because they were important
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The thing about Georgiana isn’t that she’s been hurt, it’s that she wants to never be again. Isn’t that the case for everyone?
Every month, I find myself creating a list of goals I want to try accomplishing and each month I am faced with my own mental and emotional restrictions. I am sure that this will be a constant considering the ongoing struggle with depression. Reminding myself to be more lenient and understanding of myself can become tough when things on that list don’t get crossed-out like I wish them to be.
Enough Dear Me. I used to dream of far-off futures. You are now 26. The dreams have died. You’ve lost some weight this past week worrying about a distant life that has no substance, no proof of ever existing. You get headaches. You cry in the middle of the night every time you realize you are
I’m in despair. I’m forever in a loop of dreaming for everything. I’m slightly constantly afraid of being stuck with the feeling of “it’s not enough” whether it’s with my art, my writing, my financial status, or my romantic status. Those last two are more of a lack of an actual status as I’m not
I’ve been thinking. Again. As always. Like all times, it’s about my writing and my art. I’ve been testing out a site for my art since the start of the year: this one. And honestly, there’s no community to build with there. It feels isolated. Certain things look really cool because of the different widgets