I sit and stare at a blank page. Thoughts dash through my head, darting left and right, up and down. With all that’s going through my head one would think that I would be more than capable of transposing the combination of letters into sentences down on paper. But alas, the page is blank. I… Continue reading Blank Pages
It’s been sneaking up, slow and steady like a mouse strategically hunting for a piece of cheese. Or a predator going after a fast-moving prey. But before I knew it, I was overcome by the gloom. Although fighting it hard, at this point, I have little to no fight left in me. The weight and… Continue reading When Depression Hits
At times we can get so caught up in the hustle and bustle of life that we are literally flying by the seat of our pants. Minutes blend into hours, that turn into days, weeks and months. Before we know it, a season has passed and shortly after that another year has flown by. I… Continue reading Swimming in the Shallow End
Although an original piece I wrote, this blog was first published on The Bipolar Writer Blog (https://wordpress.com/post/jamesedgarskye.com) a week or so ago... As I feel very strongly about how a positive mindset can transform a person's life, I wanted to post it on my personal blog as well. I try and live my life in… Continue reading Maintaining a positive mindset
Over the last few days I have done a bit of sitting. Just idle time, while waiting for something or someone or just because I have nothing to do. It’s odd for me to be still. I feel like I have to move deep in my bones yet I’m being forced to be still. The… Continue reading Sitting and Waiting
You question what it is. Is it a really good day? The art of coming out of the dark? The fact that I’m starting to feel better? Getting joy out of existence. Taking in each part of every day, living in it and loving it. Am I paying too much attention? Overanalyzing? Combing through the… Continue reading Just a good day or something more?
I lay on my bed and think, while my head is buried in my pillow. I think about forcing myself to get my body out of my bed and how much I really didn’t want to, not one single ounce of me wants to “wake up”. I set a time limit for how long I’m… Continue reading The Fight: Depression and Anxiety