Sometimes I wake up and I have this feeling that I am going to get so much accomplished then... BOOM there is this flying fucking frying pan with uncooked bacon in it to ruin your fucking day. I've been having some days like this for a while now.
I could remember a time where my voice was the strongest assest I had. I could remember a time where I was more than able to do anything and go anywhere on my own accord. Now... It feels like my voice has been weakened and overshadowed. I feel as if I am confined to a small space where I can't even move. I feel like I am my own captive.
Everytime I feel like I'm going to make a real change, there is that look, that stare or a single comment that says otherwise and I get defeated. It is always a bitter defeat. The only time that I feel as if I have something to be happy or feel the slightest bit accomplished is when I'm writing. That's something that thus far no one has been able to take away from me. Writing makes me feel free and I love the feeling of having a piece of work not matter how big or small either read, reviewed or what have you. It's wonderful connections that I've been able to have. I've met and read so many amazing stories and amazing people through writing.
So the stagnat feelings that appear once and again tend to fade away, especially when I write.
Guess this is a little snippet of myself.