~My cat is my real, non-electric, baby ❤🐈~
When I dropped my phone in a bucket of bleach and it was fucked for a couple of days (until it worked the power of resurrection on itself), I was a wee bit bummed out about it but I wasn't really that bothered. It was more of a blessing than a bummer kinda thing. But when my laptop suddenly died mid rapid research/netflix binge, I was absolutely fucking devastated. Although I didn't actually take it into the shop until last week~due to anxiety but more on that later~the time spent without it has been, for lack of a better word, dire. Absolutely fucking dire. I know I could've spent my time reading or drawing or being creatively productive in some form-I did a bit-, but there's just something about writing (and publishing, now) that I find life extremely boring without. I did put a few posts to paper but it's just not the same...I like being able to share my work. Even if only 1 or 2 people, or even if nobody reads this, I like seeing my work, on my blog, for my own benefit. It makes me feel so proud that I'm managing to get my words out, managing to share my voice after so long of feeling trapped by anxiety. Anxiety is an on-going struggle for me but I'm taking steps to combat it; this blog being one.
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