one of the worst things about depression is the feeling when you realize that life is passing you by, and you’re powerless to stop it.I am not at all one of those people who believe you can think positively and have things magically appear at your door. if only it were so easy. I have to wake up most days and accept that my depression still exists and that I get overwhelmingly sad each night. nonetheless, I accept and allow my depression to exist, I’m giving all of my emotions room to exist. what I have learned with like is that we can’t live in a positive bubble just as we can’t solely live in pure negativity. there is a balance I am still trying to find. embrace the suck and allow all emotions to exist in your life.
I choose to wear my heart on my sleeve. virtually, everyone has labels hanging over them. I would like to remove them, but the truth is, we are all larger than the labels people give us to confine and define us. my soul speaks through images, words, and art; every shutter captures another piece of the soul, converting fragments of my life into memories. I draw lines to cross and wear clothes to take off. I live with friction in my bed and fantasies in my head. I am living an eternal fairytale where everything is coated in love, love and more love. I am flashy, I am deep, and my heart is the centerfold. passion is essential in my life. too many people are simply living but very few are alive. forget about the plastics and the superficial. I want classy, I want trashy. give me anything that breathes with conviction: thinkers, lovers and leaders; people who turn love into paintings, people who turn tears into sonnets, people afraid of life but never afraid to live.