Does anyone else feels oddly creative after going through a depression episode?
I know I do.
I have promised myself over and over not to write when I feel my worst. The words that come out of me are often miserable, and they don’t make me feel any better when I read them later. So, I restrain myself from writing anything at all. But the problem is, when I feel extremely happy, words hardly flow out of my mind.
It’s like I’m so content with my life that I just want to dumbly stare at the sky and sigh, “Ah, life is good.”
I love dressing up! There’s no way around it and everyone that has seen me for more than once is well aware of this fact. No one tells me how to dress or how to blend into the walls anymore. It has become part of my identity and one way I express myself in my daily life.