Writing Through A Mild Depression.
Writing Through Depression Is A Toughie.
Writing through depression is a tough one. You don’t like much about yourself. Your motivation feels sapped. And not just your motivation but your energy levels too. It’s hard to concentrate. Thoughts tend to slow, and lack a little coherence. It is more difficult to edit too. So mistakes slip through the net.
I’ve decided to write through this particular bout. It’s not the worst I’ve had. It’s making me want to sleep too much. And making it hard to get my focus straight. But there’s no suicidal ideation. Which is good. Although that sort of shit kinda just bounces off me after years of learning to cope.
The thing is other than paying off debts and trying to heave my life into moving in the right direction, and the kind of over work that afflicts most people, I’m leading a pretty happy life right now. I’m actually doing what needs to be done, I’ve got the bipolar in hand, I’m not drinking. I just need to be patient for the time being, and things will progress.
But the mood nevertheless persists, and it is actually a nuisance, because things that are effortless without the weight of even a minor depression like this one is, become more difficult. I’m losing time. Like, where did that hour go, kind of time, where I have no idea what I have…
