Some days…

Like many, I deal with clinical depression. Some days it’s a slog to combat that little anxiety monster that wants to sit on your chest and whisper sour-everythings into your ear. Often, I post things and wonder why? Why did I spend hours on something just to have it largely ignored. I see people who share nothing but someone else’s work and get all sorts of interactions with others. I try to keep in mind that I dig sharing, and those rare interactions with folks who either dig my work or have suggestions to help me improve my writing, drawing, whatever. Every day is just another bump in the road. Sometimes the bumps are fun to launch off of, and other times they seem insurmountable.