Wow! I completely agree with this! I get so depressed when I can’t get any ‘me‘ time to do my writing! What is your opinion?
Well, today is Friday and my week off of work is almost over. Jaelynn has been in the world now for 4 days. My emotions and feelings are all over the place and I still have to keep it together for their sake. I can’t break down, can’t allow myself to fall apart. Holding everything together is making me into a boiling pot of water and I am about to spill over.
There is a stronge desire to run away, escape, or leave. Go somewhere quiet and peaceful. A place where I can breathe. No more suffocation. No more worry. No more stress and drama. A quiet and safe haven to allow my muse take over, transporting me into another realm, far far away from reality.
But I don’t run away. I don’t let my muse kidnap me. I stay, chained to the wall of responsibility and duty. Forced to endure the torment and torture that worry, stress, and depression inflict upon me repeatedly.
I wonder how this can be living? Is it worth it to live if life is not happy. You always hear lay your own pavement to happiness, and I really want to do that. But I am not allowed to do that.
If I make my own happiness, it will also brand me selfish, unresponsible, and a horrible soul.
So I ask again, what is the point?