It’s a new year, which means the whole “new me” resolutions are in the air. My problem? I’m still suffering from my same old mental illnesses. I have a new site, I have plans to write more, but my mind is still an obstacle.
Just recently, I came to accept that I have anxiety and an inferiority complex. I grew up poor, I never did anything “exciting” because of it. When people talk about the places they’ve traveled too, and so on, I feel both guilt and jealousy. I’ve been fighting those feelings for years, and that I’ve accepted that this is how I feel, I feel more in control. My life may seem boring to many, but to me, it can be as exciting as I can be. Writing is one of the ways that I can feel better about myself. I will not fall into self-pity. I will not be jealous of someone else, and I will not lower my life, or myself, just because I can’t do something. Mental illness be damned.
I have a new site, I have a story to write, and I will not let my readers down. Not anymore. I will try my hardest to write every day, and I’m even going back to school! I will not let you down.
Now, enjoy Samwise singing about the simple life: