Can't Get Over Her

have you ever seen anything more beautiful than this photo series of a crow with dew glistening on their feathers

(photo credit - Frank King, for Macaulay Library)

To all the Writers Suffering from Depression

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 in my mind, even if you’re not writing right now. You don’t have to prove yourself to me or anyone else. And I hope you feel better soon.

AU idea: when a Fey woman dies of unnatural causes, she can return to life by sacrificing her spiritual power. She wakes up healthy and whole, but normal.

Possibilities include:

Mia or Misty thought they were okay with turning away from their spirit medium heritage, until they wake up unmurdered and realize that they actually can't go back now. (They could even discuss the matter after they both survive!)

Maya could survive the 2-4 Bad Ending, or survive 3-5 in a painfully ironic way

Dahlia and Iris don't have spiritual power because they used it to survive a childhood illness or something

Morgan is sentenced to execution but it just ... doesn't stick. Law enforcement is baffled. She claims she can do it again (she cannot, she's just trolling as many men as possible before she dies)

Sharing drawings makes me happy. So, have some reshared drawings. :D 

Prints and Commissions Twitter - deviantART - Insta - Kofi - Mastodon - Artgram

Please look at the dress I made my cat (first thing I ever made and I’m V proud)

She really likes it I’m assuming because she has no problem with me putting it on her but throws a fit when I try to take it off. TY YOUR MY ROLE MODEL!

the design is awesome!! it looks really good but also comfy and non-restrictive for the cat. She is giving me tumblr cottagecore girl who lives in a tiny cottage covered in moss.

Miniature Coffin Ghosthouses // Blacklillybee

"Do you ever dream of land?" The whale asks the tuna.

"No." Says the tuna, "Do you?"

"I have never seen it." Says the whale, "but deep in my body, I remember it."

"Why do you care," says the tuna, "if you will never see it."

"There are bones in my body built to walk through the forests and the mountains." Says the whale.

"They will disappear." Says the tuna, "one day, your body will forget the forests and the mountains."

"Maybe I don't want to forget," Says the whale, "The forests were once my home."

"I have seen the forests." Whispers the salmon, almost to itself.

"Tell me what you have seen," says the whale.

"The forests spawned me." Says the salmon. "They sent me to the ocean to grow. When I am fat with the bounty of the ocean, I will bring it home."

"Why would the forests seek the bounty of the oceans?" Asks the whale. "They have bounty of their own."

"You forget," says the salmon, "That the oceans were once their home."

the need to animate pokemons

Reminders for the Anxious/Depressed Creatives

You’re more than what you make.

Your productivity does not determine your value.

It’s okay to do nothing sometimes.

Not everything you do has to result in a product.

Not everything you make has to be important, significant, or even good.

You can make things just for yourself.

You can keep secrets for yourself, whether it’s not posting some of your projects or not sharing your techniques.

You’re allowed to say no.

You’re allowed to rest.