It’s been quite a while since I logged into this account. The previous entry is painful to read.
A lot can happen in two years. I’m well on the road to a depression free life. I’ve quit attempting to change or fix anyone but myself and I’m letting go of all the painful thoughts and ideas that other people wrote in my script. It’s a beautiful thing really, peace is a battle hard fought but so worth it in the end.
I “took” a creative writing class this fall- by took I mean enrolled in, and was a great student for the first month of class and then slowly stopped turning in work although I was checking the assignments saying… wow that is a really great project!
The class was lots of fun and VERY inspiring. I began a novel, a play and attempted poetry again. Huge deal!
But I have a non-fiction project in the works…. I’ve created a concept for my chap book (graphic novel), and although I have no sublect or story for a short I do have 2 documentaries I want to shoot so… I’m further along that I was before… and TODAY is the perfect canvas!
What an amazing journey one takes on the road to finding herself! I am stunned. For a long time I have wanted to write a book about being black, female, and depressed. I can no longer complete the project because that combination of adjectives no longer describes me.
Ironically, I weigh more than I’ve ever weighed, I’ve been through a really rough break up, I am seriously broke and a myrad of other things that one might find defeating even if he/she had no history of mental illness; however I am happier than I can remember being in a long time. I am confident in both my mental abilities and my aesthetics! It’s as a lover once described me… “subtly amazing”