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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Around this time of year from December to the end of February, I’m often brought to my lowest of lows. As I’ve often talked about in my other posts here on my blog, the turning of a new age will often bring out memories I’ve thought I let go. This time is no different. Not all work is fun.
Another vlog means another end of a month. This time, I officially say goodbye to a good month, November.
This month, I set out to accomplish a number of things.
The real challenge was being able to incorporate each part seamlessly.
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
Recollecting September For this month, I’m doing another artist vlog to end it while I paint and ink a few things like The Hows of Us Fanart. It’s been a long month of emotions and self-reflection. I don’t think there was ever a time this month that I felt extremely good about myself but at
Here’s a list of things that’s changed in my life: I practice a new diet to combat my acid reflux and bloating, I minimalize my possessions, and I’ve been keeping up with a schedule to create more paintings before the year ends. and I’m dying a little in the inside I think, my new diet
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