Bring pen to paper
But only scraps and vapor
Are found in this dark heart of mine
Writer’s block is a beast of an issue that gets talked about endlessly in the world of word crafting. But what about depression? Is anyone else depressed?
It’s such a weird cycle- to be so full of overwhelming emotion yet be so debilitated by said emotion that you can’t bring yourself to express it. I know sometimes the dark side of the heart can be the most creative and inspirational. But there are times when it goes beyond being angst and turns into this oppression you can’t shake or find strength to fight and it kills your desire for absolutely everything, especially the things you love the most. Especially writing.
My question is, what do you do? What do you do when you can’t bring yourself to care anymore about the things that used to make you happy?