Ducks don't belong in the ocean...
Sometimes my posts are light and fluffy, other times they are tinged with shades of gray, and today it's about to get full on cloudy. Anxiety likes to play low and dirty. It grabs a hold of your brain like a dog with a brand new squeaky toy and shakes it senseless. Combine anxiety with depression, and you end up with a Netflix special. I started this blog because I love to write and I've been on a long and arduous journey to get healthy mentally, emotionally, and physically. Lately, I've let the blog slide because I honestly didn't see the point. I realized that I had worn the same outfit 3 days in a row. Don't get me wrong, I'm all for stretchy pants, but I also have a closet full of clothes because I love dressing up. Lately though, I just don't care. And that's not a good place to be.
So, I'm forcing myself to write again. Even if I run out of material and everyone falls asleep, I'm still going to write because it is good for my soul. Today, I shall finish with an impromptu poem, because I haven't written one of those in a long time either.
Like a duck in the ocean, feet paddling madly beneath the surface
with every unexpected tidal wave throwing me further from the shore.
Because ducks don't belong in the ocean,
But I've never been much for rules anyway.
Creating my own sunshine 🌞