Manuscripts Of Dread

It can be very hard. Motivating yourself to write…

When you have a mental illness, sometimes it feels like that is the only thing that exists in the world. Everything else important fades away, and your illness becomes the sole subject of all of your focus. nothing else exists

I suppose it doesn’t extend just to writing, but to everything else in life as well. Maybe it’s the imposter syndrome, or maybe I really just suck that much, and I’m kidding myself into believing that- through the power of hard-work and determination, maybe… just maybe, I’ll be able to make myself something more than just a product of my upbringing. Something more than just another statistic of unwed teenage mothers. Never accomplishing anything. Never amounting to anything. Just existing until I die..

I don’t even know why I continue…. It’s not like anyone will ever read this…