It hurts to watch. When someone you love is in so much pain it’s visible in the dark circles under their bloodshot eyes, their tear stained shallow cheeks, and the way they now carry themselves, or worse, can’t.
Hitting rock bottom hurts. The descent chips away from us everything we were never meant to carry.
How to Breathe Underwater: My struggle with depression and PTSD and what it has to do with Harry Potter
I have PTSD, don’t get that backwards. If you also struggle, or know someone who does, and are looking for hope, I can tell you, it exists.
We’ve all been there. You’re in the zone, writing away, annihilating your word count goals… then it hits. Writer’s block, brain freeze, the funk. There are hundreds of articles on how to try and fight your way out of this hell hole. The sad truth is, it’s different for everyone. You can try em all, and there’s a chance, a horrifying chance, none of them will work…