When last I tried to write in the dark…
You know the dark I’m talking about, not lack of lighting dark, but when that monster called depression started to knock and whisper ugly things and tell me it was not a good time to write… I wrote anyway. And I hit publish before reading through it carefully. Well, I left out a couple, two, key words and it completely changed the meaning of what I had intended.
I fixed it. I had already written a couple of posts after that, so I published them, and then came “when”. And the doubt had me stuck. What if I make another mistake like the one before? What if what I’m trying to say here comes out all wrong? What if I’m not really ready to do all this? It’s not as polished as I’d like it to be, or organized. What if?
So I missed the day “when” was supposed to be published. I guess I opened the door just enough to let the monster get a good jab in.
When last I tried to crawl out of the dark…
Yesterday. Literally yesterday. Here’s the thing about depression. It keeps coming back for another round. And I know all the steps to take to stay ahead of it, but it has tentacles.
When last I tried this challenge…
Last year. I think I got 7 posts in before the doubt came in and had me at a
So what is the point of my story? 5 minutes at a time-ish? Well, maybe this time it was meant for me, to allow me to write it out one step at
time +10 min.