It's been a year!

17 October 2016

It's been a year

A year of Through Darkness in Daylight. A year that has turned into six months of blogging madness and obsession. In the time of researching and writing, I've learned a great deal about blogging, myself and depression and some of your stories too which I'm so grateful for.

I just wanted to let you all know that I haven't given up. Not yet. I love this space. This little and quiet corner of the internet that hopefully shines light into some darkened hearts. I would not give up on it. So the domain has been extended for another two years. Yaay!

I'm glad that this is off the table, now that it's clear that I'm still onboard how about to get back to some stories.

How have you been? And what have you been up to?

I'll go first, but there's space underneath this post for you.

I have been busy. Busy getting back into the groove of feeling the glide of a sharpened pencil across paper, getting back to one of the most beloved things in my life – art.

See, I'm this kind of person who cannot do many things at the same time.

But when I do something, I dive into it and become fully immersed. And everything else ceases to exist. From passion to obsession! And what's the difference between these two anyway?

So when I read a book or write for the blog, everything else goes on the back burner. I will not jump around to do other things until it's done.

I love it, I obsess over it and then... I drop it. And when I started to commit to drawing, I dropped everything else too, including a promised article for you and all my subscribers.

I committed to drawing daily, but after just over a month of consistency I wavered. I should learn how to pace myself rather than going full on from the start. However, I am ever so gentler and compassionate with myself, and I really hope to get somewhere this time. And perhaps learn to write and read and draw while dealing with the daily life all at once?

You can check my artistic progress here.

As for my mental health, mostly sunny and overcast with occasional clouds and spare thunderstorms. It's not too bad, in fact, I feel better than I've been for a long time. It's almost too scary to write about because it's still so very fragile.

My life is going through changes at the moment whether I want to admit it to myself or not.

We are moving to a new apartment. I hope to face my greatest fear and find a job at least part time while carving my artistic career. Maintaining any kind of self-care in this madness is exhausting and usually slips on the very bottom of the to-do list.

Just the regular flux of life. Stressful, scary, and exciting!

A few years ago I couldn't leave my bed let alone the white walls of my apartment. But it's possible to keep moving even with the heavy and dark inside never mind how slow or how behind.

For me, this blog was and still is a sweet encounter. A learning experience. And a reminder that I'm not alone in my struggles.

Thank you for your readership, encouragement, and support!


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