Alright, I know I said I was on semi-hiatus but you know what I’m like. I poached a request from @ashwritesfantasies (who graciously allowed me to take the ball on this one) and the anon said:
“Scenario with the bros getting into illicit drug use. What’s their drug of choice and how do they handle the affects? Love your writting!”
I had some unexpectedly quick thoughts about this, and they are below the cut in headcanon form.
“10 Steps to Becoming a Better Writer Write.
Write more.
Write even more.
Write even more than that.
Write when you don’t want to.
Write when you do.
Write when you have something to say.
Write when you don’t.
Write every day.
Keep writing.”
It’s okay. Your desire to write will return. Your desire to do other things you love will come back, too. You’re not weak. You’re just having a hard time right now. Try not to add self-judgment on top of everything else. Depression is hard enough without blaming yourself for it.
We (in the US specifically) live in a productivity-obsessed, emotion-phobic culture which blames individuals for “failing” when they are anything but hyper-productive and relentlessly optimistic. This cultural narrative so pervasive that it’s difficult to see the high standards we set for ourselves for what they really are: Complete and total bullshit.
Despite the rampant cultural garbage that teaches us to interpret emotional ups and downs as an aberration, MANY writers and artists (and people in general!) struggle with depression and other mood “disorders.” It is not uncommon for us, among other things, to go through periods of hyperactivity followed by depressive episodes in which we get very little accomplished. I am not saying you shouldn’t try to alleviate your depression or work to find ways to minimize your suffering in the short or long term. I’m just saying there’s nothing wrong with you, and you aren’t alone.
I’m going to say that again:
If you’re having a hard time writing or enjoying writing right now because you’re depressed, you aren’t alone.
I wish I had some kind of magical answer. I don’t. But I do know that accepting your depression and loving yourself anyway beats the hell out of berating yourself for feeling like this. So, with that in mind, this might be all I have to offer:
I think you’re doing a great job. I’m sorry you feel like shit. I’m on your side whether you’re writing or not; whether you feel good or not; whether you’re being “productive” or not; whether you wanted to get out of bed this morning or not. You’re still a writer to me, even if you’re not writing right now. You don’t have to prove yourself to me or anyone else. I love you, and I hope you feel better soon.
BRAVE was so good, NONE of you appreciated merida enough she was SO STRONG, the soundtrack was RIVETING and the message was heartfelt, you all just chose to ignore her cause she’s the PIXAR PRINCESS