I think it goes without saying that when you fall into the pits of depression, everything you once loved seems to just fade into the blackness. I feel like I can finally peek my head out of that darkness, and begin to see some healing. Granted its a long journey, but its a journey - which is more than i've been doing for about the last 2-3 years (#TealFact - I was depressed looong time before joining the forum lol.)

I've always enjoyed writing (poems, novels, short stories were my favorite). Even my family members (the cause of many of my problems) have said that i have always had a natural ability in writing. And I'm kind of leaning towards wanting to get back into it - but who knew that picking up a pencil would be so hard???

I can envision myself writing, maybe not successfully, its been a long time - but just, you know, getting back into things. But I can't seem to act on it. It just seems so - laborious.

Part of me feels that I'm just afraid to try to do anything anymore. And then part of me is thinking about all the previous writings I have that I destroyed in high school (deleted from computers, burned my old notebooks - I was a rebel lol). I feel like this could be the big push for me - but the whole "just do it" attitude isn't processing. Any suggestions?