If I am bold enough to dive into the deep end, brave enough to put myself into discomfort, I’ll come out the other side, better.
That is why depression is severe for me.
Everything seems like a big deal. Showering, writing, leaving the apartment. All of it feels like a big deal.
Then a cycle begins. I hide from new experiences (missed appointments, phone calls, and events) and then I feel ashamed. From that, I look for comfort (silence, food) to get away from the shame.
This loop is harsh to me because I get joy from new impulse. New environments are electric because they provide new ideas.
As a result, I find comfort, even when it doesn’t make sense, even when I know that those new experiences will electrify me.
On the way to a funeral this week, I wondered what this blog was. What does this do for me?
Last night, in the middle of an uncomfortable new impulse (I forced myself to get to see Terrace Martin, who was AMAZING) I realized what it is.
This blog saves me.
This blog saves me because I know I am forced to write about something, everyday. I can’t go to sleep without saying I was uncomfortable for at least 25-30 minutes, trying to create.
What saves you?