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A month of doubts and drafts

July 17th, 8:28 p.m present day

Here I am over a month later, and my writing blocks have been worse than I can ever remember. The posts you see below are what happens when I go through these times. A little insight into how I’ve been feeling and what neglecting your mental health does for you. I will be posting more frequently, but I won’t make a promise I cannot keep.

July 7th, 8:04 p.m

Ever since my creative burnout post, I haven’t been able to write a damn thing. I have 11 partial drafts of posts that I kept saying fuck it, I am not in the mood, and it doesn’t sound right. I feel like I’ve been living in a fever dream as of late. I cannot adequately express how weird my mental state has been. I’ll tell you what, it hasn’t been great, that’s for damn sure. I’ve recently thrown myself back into the world of gaming, and it has sucked everything out of me. I love it so much, and it is incredibly fun. However, it’s just another form of escapism. I currently cannot stand being alone with my thoughts for more than 5 minutes without wanting to scream. All of my old standby methods have failed me. 

Also, I stopped writing this post for 5 hours because my brain could not focus enough to type. Currently, there is another severe outbreak of COVID in Florida, and no one takes it seriously here. It’s like some twisted joke, and the whole world laughs at “our” stupidity. Quite frankly, I don’t like it. My intention with this blog has always been putting out quality content and focusing on new ideas.

June 25th 6:44 p/m

It appears I have been avoiding all of my problems and just shoving them down deeper. My avoidant behavior is nothing new to me. Still, for others, they are completely thrown off by it and take extreme offense. Sometimes I just don’t respond to people for weeks or sometimes months. By nature, I am a homebody that likes to occasionally go out and explore the world, but on my own terms. I personally don’t like making plans ahead of time because deep down, I know I will eventually hurt someone’s feelings. 

I never thought that at 29, I would be starting over and trying to do everything on my own. I always feel like a failure, and writing has been one of the hardest challenges I have faced so far. This industry is cutthroat and has no mercy. If there is a formula for becoming a successful writer, please let me know. I have resorted to exploring other avenues in terms of work because I need to make money, and it’s not easy. For what it’s worth, I don’t regret anything and these past 5 months. It has been one hell of a ride. I’ve connected with some of the most incredible humans I have never met before. And being welcomed into a community where I don’t have to pretend to be someone else is fantastic.

Not all of my time has been completely wasted, I do actually accomplish a fair amount of writing. I have been working on short stories more, which is something I never used to do, it’s usually always been poetry or blog-style writing. Maneuvering my way through the technicalities of short story writing hasn’t been too bad, but I will say it’s been more of a learning curve. Every adventure has it’s

June 21st, 4:13 p.m

I have been doubting every decision I have made in the past 3 months and wondering if it will be worth it. I failed to realize that my thoughts and lack of self-love have gotten in the way of watching my dreams come to fruition. By nature, I am a self-sabotaging idiot that gets scared when everything starts going a little too well. I am optimistic by nature, but I don’t nurture it

Combating dark thoughts in difficult times

What do you do when you feel like your whole world is collapsing in on itself? You slay the darkness with your dragon fire heart and keep pushing forward. Nothing is permanent, and you WILL get through this. Sometimes it gets incredibly dark inside of my mind. Unsavory thoughts take up vacancy without asking for my permission, a little rude if you ask me.

When I consume too much news and social media, it all goes to shit real fast. It usually results in me locking myself away for a few days, not answering anyone’s messages or phone calls (yes, I still get those, weird, right?). I become one with the darkness, and it consumes all my waking hours. I might as well glue my eyelids open for the foreseeable future because sleep is not an option.

My mind will not concede, like a politician who knows they have lost the race but does not want to admit it yet. Because admitting defeat is considered a weakness, in most cases. I never look at it this way, sometimes you have to give in and let go to free yourself from the internal war going on. It is absolutely acceptable to not be okay right now, in our current political climate, and with a global pandemic still going on but not being covered as much in the news, both of which are extremely important. Life is hard sometimes, okay? I’m sure most of you can relate.

This time I really don’t have a point or “lesson” I so desperately needed a safe place to write down how I’m feeling and processing everything that is happening. Well, I guess that kind of is the point of my blog if you have read the about me section. In other less depressing news, I have been toying with the idea of putting a “featured poets” section on this site. I’m probably going to do an Instagram or Facebook poll and see what kind of feedback I get. Feel free to leave your thoughts in the comments or just any thoughts that you feel you need to release yourself from and let go of, that’s totally an option. You can find all of my socials down below or on the top of the site feel free to check them out. You know maybe give them a follow? That would be much appreciated.

Until next time

Realizations of change

These past few months have been mentally taxing on me, and most everything in my life changed so rapidly. The domino effect but make it stressful, not sexy. I would like to tell you that quitting everything and starting over was easy, but it is not. There is no way around the stress and panic of not knowing when you will get paid next or if you made the right decisions that led up to this moment.

I have spent the last decade of my life doubting, putting down, and misleading myself. There is no “one” conventional path in life. We all walk differently. I have always thought that life was never supposed to be easy, because good things don’t come without a cost, right? Wrong, not everything has to be difficult, sometimes we make a situation more difficult to sabotage ourselves because we don’t know any other way. Oh, this one is my favorite! When you pretend to not care about something, you have worked so hard on in your life and no one giving one ounce of a fuck. I digress, life is hard, you get it.

Becoming one with the change and having those realizations that you are not perfect and sometimes being congratulated for something really does not matter in the grand scheme of life. So I decided to become who I wanted to be, not what socially acceptable construct has been chosen for me. I am no longer tied down to spending 30 plus hours a week with my face jammed in a book trying to remember facts that won’t pay my bills. I spent so much time arming myself with knowledge and not knowing what to do with it. So I turned my hands into weapons, became a crusader of the lost pen. And my thoughts become quieter as I release the words into the world with pride and watch them sail away beyond vast blue skies.

Now you may be asking what the hell my point is, and I’m almost there, stick with me a little longer. Are you still here? Okay good. My point is I set myself free. I am no longer in the financial aid rejection club or thinking thoughts such as “I should have studied harder even though this will not matter in 6 months.” It’s all semantics.

Change is not all bad, it’s equal parts what you make of it and how well you handle it. As Bruce Lee possibly once said at some point in time, “Be water, my friend.” You become the form you shape for yourself, put water in a cup, it becomes a cup, put it in a bottle; it becomes the bottle. Don’t resist the change. Go with the flow of life, and you won’t have to swim so damn hard.

Until next time