Just under a year ago I was diagnosed with both anxiety and depression, this wasn’t a surprise but a confirmation of something I already knew. After confiding in my best friend and pouring out more of my feelings on her than was really fair, I decided, with her blessing that I should get some professional help.
Honestly, one of the easiest and yet most helpful things that both my friend and my counsellor told me to do was write. Anything and everything was a worthy subject. At first, I was sceptical that writing could be as powerful a tool as I was being told; but I was wrong. The brilliance of using writing as a coping mechanism is that it can be whatever you want it to be. I have spent countless hours just writing literally the first thing that comes into my head, it rarely even makes sense. Most of my writing is for me and me alone, a way to put some of the darker thoughts and feelings that I have struggled with out of my mind.
As my mental health has improved and become easier to handle, I have branched out with my writing. Moving into more creative places, including creating a comic book that follows two naive kids as they go about their daily lives.
This blog is a continuation of this process. I cannot imagine going back to not writing every day, even if it is not something I any longer need to do for my health.
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