i’ve been feeling creatively retarded these last few days.
my mind has been on overdrive with everything i need to do.
i barely sleep because i’m constantly thinking of what’s next.
i’ve been trying to remember what dr. turner taught me.
on days that i have no creative energy,
i take a day(s) to figure things out.
i started my new journey in finding another therapist…
life isn’t kind to the broken-hearted.
it awards the savages and the grifters.
the ones that are depressed are “doing too much”.
i’m “doing too much”.
as of late,
i’ve been wanting to listen to break-up albums.
something in my spirit has been telling me i need to break up with something…
superheroes usually bore me.
i’m not a fan of the “captain americas” and “wonder womans” of the comic world.
i have always been a fan of villains and antiheroes.
they always have a cool backstory and their costumes are usually dope af.
it’s usually someone who was hurt or bullied and their trauma turned them “bad”.
the only superheroes i actually love are batman and spiderman,
both are conflicted with their own trauma and loss.
batman could be a villain after his trauma but he struggles to be different.
or this morning rather,
i woke up out of my sleep for whatever reason.
at 5 am,
i started watching one of my favorite batman movies…
this was a very blah week for me.
nothing really went down,
but i did notice certain emotions i want to address…
this last week was a little better than the last.
i felt like The Universe was spreading its cheeks and taking a dump in my cereal for the fun of it.
remember when we were kids and got sick?
the moment we had a cough or felt colder than usual,
our parents let us stay home so we could sleep in and watch cartoons.
depending on how sick i was
it was sleeping in,
and playing video games.
when we were kids,
we didn’t have responsibilities since our parents are footing the bill.
we can take a sick day (or 2) but we are footing the bill.
so i went to the doctor through teladoc last friday and...