Today’s Morning Thoughts…
What do you do when morning breaks? When the thought of living turns you into solid lead? What do you do? My body is an anchor, thrown over the side of some fishing boat, way out in the sea. And I wake to: descending, descending, descending—down to the black-cold layers of thick seawater at the bottom of the world, where no one ever goes.
And I can’t get on with the business of living. Because I am lead. I am a rusty old anchor at the bottom of the sea. I am stopped before I could get started. I am out of reach, beyond helping, as soon as my eyelids flutter open to a new morning.
Another day I’m certain I won’t live.
Another day I’ll just live through.
What was that all about?
So much of my depression (and subsequent anxiety) leaves me mentally and physically paralyzed. Not only am I fighting an invisible enemy, but I’m also languishing over the fact that I am in too deep with this mental battle to create.
Are you a creative person who struggles with depression and/or anxiety? Do you manage to keep creating through those struggles? Tell me how! Let’s start a dialogue.