I’ve lost my voice. No, I don’t have laryngitis, though that would be easier to remedy than what I’m referring to.
All writers experience it. I suppose some might call it writer’s block but I’m not sure I want to go so far as to say that’s what it is. I write mostly about my mental health and I’m tired of it. I want to step outside of myself for a change. I’ve often heard that we write about what we know and I suppose I am most intimately familiar with the journeys I’ve endured due to my mental health.
It’s exhausting, loves. Depression has a way of trapping you inside this maze within your own mind that is entirely of your own making yet you, the maker, are incapable of finding your way out. I am creatively shackled and bound at the moment. I need to break free of these chains, I must break out of my uncomfortable comfort zone.
It may be slightly different for me, due to depression’s shawl of darkness ever-lurking in the corners of my soul. Sometimes I believe my illness inspires my passion to create, though other times it definitely hinders. Currently I feel paralyzed.
So this is me reaching out to you, my tribe of creative souls. How do you step outside of yourselves? How does one break down the very walls they built around themselves? Do you ever feel this way or is my mind playing tricks on me?
I’d love to hear your input, please share your thoughts in the comments!