I didn’t consciously plan to take a break from posting here, but obviously it happened. I think it was a combination of being overwhelmed by all the negative stuff I was reporting on, being a little punch drunk, and, frankly, depressed. I haven’t wanted to do much of anything. Nor have I, with the exception of doing a halfway decent job of keeping my yoga practice (such as it is) going. I’ve managed to keep writing some stuff for the Indy, but that’s about it. I’ve also managed to continue posting on Instagram, the occasional Facebook thing, but those feel somehow different, and even those have teetered on the bring of account deletion many, many times. This space has always felt much more personal to me, and I hate to see it just wallow.
The author Neil Gaiman has spoken in the past about battling depression. Recently on his tumblr page a fan lamented trying to write, wanting to write, but being so depressed as to be unable to even get started. Neil responded as follows:
One word at a time. You can write one word, even when you are at your darkest. Then you can write the one after that. And then another: just one word. You can do it.
And then another word…
One word. One word a time.
Wise words. So consider this post the first word in me trying to overcome my own inertia. More words will follow. There may be some changes around here, but the other night I was looking for something specific and ended up falling down a rabbit hole of reading old posts. I’m proud of some of the things that have stuck to these walls. I hope to find more of that joy moving forward.
I appreciate anyone who has stuck around.