The Marquis de All The Knives (
balsamandash) wrote2014-10-12 05:35 pm
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There's bound to be a ghost at the back of your closet, no matter where you live
Things that are still hard: Being alive.
I'm working on that, though. I'm going to talk to my mother. I'm going to put in for jobs so I can move and I can quit. I think I'm going to sit down and seriously decide if I need to temporarily wash my hands of writing -- and not in the "I suck, I just need to quit" way, in a "wow, I need to settle my head on my life circumstances and taking the stress off myself to commit words for a while might help" kind of way, and see if I can find a way to forgive myself not trying til things get fixed.
I'm going to do it, and I swear to god I give everyone permission to yell at me til I actually do it this week. Because I have to. I really have to, or I don't know how much longer I'm going to get by without an actual breakdown.
(This post brought to you by a long night at work being the one to run the walkie-talkie and the announcement system while fighting my brain to keep from going nonverbal, a long week of trying not to cry at work, and a long however-the-fuck-it's-been-I-honestly-don't-know of depression and anxiety beating me over the head.)
I'm working on that, though. I'm going to talk to my mother. I'm going to put in for jobs so I can move and I can quit. I think I'm going to sit down and seriously decide if I need to temporarily wash my hands of writing -- and not in the "I suck, I just need to quit" way, in a "wow, I need to settle my head on my life circumstances and taking the stress off myself to commit words for a while might help" kind of way, and see if I can find a way to forgive myself not trying til things get fixed.
I'm going to do it, and I swear to god I give everyone permission to yell at me til I actually do it this week. Because I have to. I really have to, or I don't know how much longer I'm going to get by without an actual breakdown.
(This post brought to you by a long night at work being the one to run the walkie-talkie and the announcement system while fighting my brain to keep from going nonverbal, a long week of trying not to cry at work, and a long however-the-fuck-it's-been-I-honestly-don't-know of depression and anxiety beating me over the head.)
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It might. On the other hand, I often find that writing is a balm of sorts. So, maybe don't tell yourself you can't write, but do tell yourself you don't have to write?
That sounds like a horribly stressful evening/week/age.
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So, yeah, basically as you said. I don't think I'd ever force myself NOT to write if I had the time and inclination, but it's the have to that drives me up a wall.
It's been a something. Tonight's my Friday at least, but now I have to go tell my mother I want to move in my days off and hope nobody flips out.
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It took me years to stop beating myself up about it, and slightly longer than that to decide that all those things people say about "real" writers are just shit someone made up.
Which is mostly to say: I sympathize, and I hope you can give yourself permission to do the things that make you happier, and forgive yourself when those things aren't perfect.
Good luck.
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And thank you. I'm working on it, it's just... slow as hell.
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