In school, I struggled with writing-heavy projects. Everyone else seemed to have no issue writing essays, while it felt impossible for me. I would spend hours just looking at a blank page, thinking through how to start.
When I told my 8th grade teacher that I would be handing in another essay late, he offered to grade my first draft so I could spend more time catching up on other projects.
He understood why I struggled when I told him I didn’t write drafts. I only ever submitted the best version I could manage in one sitting, but only after thinking about the entire essay altogether over multiple weeks.
I’m really trying to learn and understand, while also letting go of that. I want to paint and write and create without over analyzing each step, burning out before I start.
Oh, Hello May! l Rami Ammoun
i miss you, again
and since i cannot tell you
i leave it here instead
in hopes that some day
it will find its way to you
Islands
I did it! I start my antidepressant today but I’m so nervous/not excited for side effects lol
I am cautiously optimistic that things will go well and I will feel better.
So far the thought of taking them is all hypothetical. Like I can’t imagine how it would feel to feel anything but what I always have.
Wish me luck!
Mushroom after the rain
Be guided. Listen to the whispers of the universe.
— likeawritingdesk (via letsbelonelytogetherr)
Crashing out over an old lost love. A safe space for my thoughts and mild optimism. 2025She/They
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