Writing and Depression

It has been a long time since I have blogged, or written anything, really. See, I suffer from depression and it’s often hard for me to find any words to say. I used to at least write poetry. But it seems that in the last couple years even poetry doesn’t work for me. I take antidepressants and I feel it stills my creativity. But if I didn’t take them, I wouldn’t be able to function.

Lately, I have been fighting this lack of writing by signing up for a writing class. So far, it is slow going and the ideas aren’t exactly flowing. I feel stunted and flat. This struggle is real, yet I will keep trying.

Depression is like a deep, dark hole that my mind and body gets sucked into, like a time warp where nothing else exists. That’s without medication. But even with it, it’s hard to do simple things, like prepare food and clean the house. I keep my life pretty simple, try not to add a lot of stress to my day. I am part of an online support group. It helps to be able to talk to people who are going through this.