Stress and Anxiety August 29, 2007
Posted by spacemom in : Depression , 8 commentsThe downward spiral began a few days ago. But now it has gotten close to the bottom.
It starts small, a stress over an imperfection. Then it starts to gain speed until it becomes a giant snowball. We leave for a wedding in a few hours. I am currently a ball of stress and anxiety. Once we get on the plane, I know I will crash. This is just how it is right now.
Last night, I was down in the pit of despair. I could not move, I was paralyzed with depression. I will hit that again tonight.
I’ve had more good days than bad lately. So why is this hitting me so damn hard?
What would you write? August 29, 2007
Posted by spacemom in : Nance , 7 commentsI have a strange ambition to write something. I don’t mean my blog, or a letter to my kids or things of that nature. I mean, I want to write a book. I don’t know why. Perhaps it is a desire to have something of mine created? Something that will make people think?
The problem is, I don’t know what to write about. I wouldn’t know. Things that I think of are often trite. I like science fiction, but I don’t ever feel cleaver enough to write in that genre. I love murder mysteries, but more because I like to solve them. I am not sure I could come up with a good murder. I have a story rolling around in my head, but I am not sure how I would write it. It would be based on truth, but obviously it can not be the truth anymore.
I am also unsure how to create a character. Seriously, people go to meetings and classes on this. How could I just create characters and work with them? What if I create Frankinsteins instead of Belles? What if I ever decided to just start writing? Would it suck ass? Or would it actually work?
Have you ever thought of writing? Have you ever thought of branching out in such a strange direction that is abnormal to all you have done?
