I gave some advice earlier to not let someone wallow in the sadness of their situation. I woke up three times in an hour and realized I spent my day off in bed doing just that.
That’s when it hit me. These past few days I have noticed my mood declining. Suspiciously- When I stopped my daily posts. I can measure my optimism and happiness based on that criteria.
Is that what being a writer is? Better yet, is this what an artist is? Doing some action day after day for our mental and emotional wellbeing? How can something to seemingly trivial send us so easily down into the maelstrom of insanity?
Author R.A. Gasparac 
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