Veni. Vidi. Amavi.

It has been…quite a while since I’ve found myself here. I have been struggling with my mental health, and feeling like I’m playing catch up on my own timeline. At 21, I find myself at a standstill with school, work, family. And on top of everything else, I’ve been confronting the shittiest descendant of writer’s block.

Lately, I’ve been feeling a little more inspired to create. I realized that I’ve been having difficulty writing because I’m tired of writing about the ‘safe’ things. Things that I’ve talked about a few times already. And not that they aren’t of equal importance, but there are other events/stressors/clusterfucks that I deal with that I don’t address. Partly in fear of what it says about me, but largely in fear of how others will respond to it. 

This is the year of manifestation for me. I am going to stop running from the things that force me to stand my ground. I will not let my anxiety and fear of conflict quiet my beliefs. What kind of writer would that make me?

/səˈblīm/

-His wife ditched him and asked for 900k a year,

-He was sexually assaulted which he said kicked him into a deep depression

-He stated that the stunts from the 3rd Mummy movie completely destroyed his body and he was in and out of the hospital for 7 years even having to get surgery to repair his vocal cords.

-He apparently blamed himself for all this which only worsened his depression.