Tuesday, February 15, 2011

I don't care anymore.

All that I ever want to write about is her.

I'm not very good at this...


  1. I'm sorry. Maybe you need to write about her to work through it. I don't even know you personally but have followed your blog and can see that you are a very talented young man. And, btw- I think you are an artist. You paint with words.

  2. Thank you.

    That is very kind.

    It is people like you that make the days worth the struggle.

  3. You are most welcome :) I gather from your posts that you are currently a student in college. As a mother of three- who are perhaps a few years older than you- I saw much of them in your writings. You reminded me of my oldest son, also very intelligent as you are. While I don't presume with you, he struggled with depression for much of his college years. I wish I could say that I recognized it immediately and was there for him but unfortunately he hid it well until his sophomore year. I want to encourage you that the times that knock us down are also the times we grow stronger. I'm been knocked down a few times myself. To avoid being the creepy old woman who gives you advice, I will continue to read your posts and will try to not comment too often. I look forward to a glimpse of your journey. I am sure that you have a wonderful future in front of you.

  4. Well I am very glad that you came across my blog. I always enjoy hearing from people about how my writing relates to their lives. The primary reason that I do this, really, is to offer my experiences to others who may struggle with similar disorders, emotions, or viewpoints. The few times in my life that I have truly felt that I was not alone are some of my most important memories, and my hope with my writing is to potentially pay that debt forward by opening up my life as an open forum to anyone who may find meaning in my words, regardless of his or her circumstances.

    And please, feel free to comment as much as you want. I never shy away from advice, regardless of the source. I often tell people that some of the most profound things that I have heard in my life have come from the mouths of children, and once you start structuring personal views and perspectives on the utterances of kindergarteners, one's presuppositions about whose opinions one is "supposed" to value kind of just vanish.

    I am glad that you are following my writing. I would love to hear from you whenever you feel compelled to contruibute. You are also welcome to email me at any time if you are concerned about appearing as a "creepy old woman," but I assure you that that never crossed my mind.

    I hope that you have a wonderful day.