I stopped writing because I thought I had nothing worth sharing, but as weeks are dragging on, I begin to believe that it’s because of the seasonal depression. I feel the change in the air passing right through my bones, the temperature is dropping day by day, the dark clouds are constantly hovering over the city and I can feel my thoughts getting drenched in all this humidity.
My head feels heavy and I have no interest in doing anything, I feel no excitement nor sadness. I feel empty, void. I’m moving incredibly slow, sluggish, slower than in slow motion, while everything around me is spinning so fast. I have such low energy that I can’t concentrate on anything. If I try reading, the words just fly away from the pages, but they never reach my mind. I feel the need to sleep more, but if I do I feel guilty for wasting time when there are so many things to do.
I can’t believe it’s that time of the year again. Everything seems so dream-like, as if I’m looking through a dirty window. The scenery is unclear and out of reach. I don’t even know what should I do: give in and let it pass, lose myself in my own mind, go with the flow or resist it, fight it off and force myself to rise above it?
I find myself believing I donβt have much to share sometimes..
What do you do when you start feeling like that? It seems like writing about it helps you?
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Yes, writing helps and also doing some research on various things, reading more and getting inspiration from others. Fueling the desire to write is very important.
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Great advice. Thank you for your feedback
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So much recognition here. I wish I could say something useful, but I’m afraid I can’t really.
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Thank you. π sometimes words don’t help too much, but thank you for the thought
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I love the way you express yourself. Stay strong.
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Thank you π
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