There are bad days. And then there are worse days. Some days, maybe luckily, are nonchalant. This is such an indifferent day, so I decided to write a little.
On bad days there’s no desire for writing. I’m tired of writing about anxiety and depression that hold their grip. It’s boring to read about those feelings over and over again. I’ve written about that pair too often.
Life goes on, still. Not much words. Instead paintings. Done by hand. It feels good to take a crayon and draw a line. It feels almost satisfying to drop a paint-brush into water or oil color and look at the canvas turn into color.
It’s almost bedtime. The best time of the day. Despite the nightmares.
Sleep tight.
12 comments:
Are you painting the nightmares away or alive?
Happy to hear there are less than worst days.
Talking comes in many forms ... not just by speaking. :)
There are countless words in your pictures. I'm glad you can draw.
Nighty night.
I agree with jl...
Good night. Beautiful dreams.
Lepis, I'm painting my nightmares alive and away. Quite awful drawings.
You're right, Mick. Drawing is a new means for me, I'm glad I've found it.
jl, I'm also glad I've found this way to express myself, because expressing is important for me.
BLOGitse, no beautiful dreams, but now I'm awake. Luckily.
I'm happy to know that you know that life goes on. And you're doing good painting while the painting's doing you good.
Keep painting, better than bad dreams!
HPY, life goes on even though one doesn't seem to be alive all the time.
Peter, I'll do that, paint.
no matter what you do ... what's important is what you feel while doing it
True, Ellen.
If you write what´s on your mind then what´s the problem? If it´s anxiety X 100 then so be it.
I'm bored to write about depression, chrome, and since it Depression)is almost always on my mind, it's better not to write anything, I believe.
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