I’ve slipped up --on many accounts.
For some reason, lately I’ve been thinking about those slip-ups more than usual.
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After all, I’m currently miserable. By the end of post, I hope I’ll feel better.
One recent slip-up (and the topic of this particular blog post) is that I have not been writing anything here for a long while – over 2 months. After my writing came to a screeching halt, I eventually began to realize how much it was helping me psychologically and what a mistake it was for me to stop. I didn’t immediately recognize my lack of writing as the reason for slipping into the abyss again, but after stepping back and honestly assessing myself, I realized how obvious it was. Being busy at work was my justification for abandoning my writing, yet it’s those busy times when I need my writing the most.
One wouldn’t think regurgitating thoughts onto a blog post would make a positive difference in mood stability and mental health, but it has for me.
I’m a firm believer that anytime my emotions are out of whack, I and only I have the capability to re-center myself and become productive again. No one else has the true ability or unconditional desire to heal me no matter how much they might want to.
I’ve tried giving it a bit of extra thought as to why it would make such a difference to me whether or not I expose my emotions to complete strangers on the Internet. I’ll continue sharing pieces of myself with the cold, harsh world that seems to be indifferent to my existence, precisely because it’s indifferent.
And you know… It doesn’t even matter to me whether or not anyone leaves a comment on this post.
Here I am. Writing. What matters is that I feel some sort of therapeutic relief again – some sort of structure in a world that feels like it’s collapsing all around me.
