Hello, darlings. Sorry I haven’t been in here for so long. School has gotten in the way and mostly, I have that creative slump that I’ve been working hard to get over. I promised myself that I would work harder to update and write and create more often, but to be perfectly honest, my mental health hasn’t been the best lately. I’m trying, though. Always trying.
Last January, my mom, younger brother and I went to New York for a weekend. My mom wanted to see the Rockefeller Christmas tree before they take it down. New York was at its coldest, and I froze my butt off (thus, no pictures of moi but to give you an idea, I resembled a gigantic marshmallow).
I’m looking at starting 2018 off in New York (as anyone who has ever met me know, is my dream city) as a metaphor for what lies ahead in the year. I’m hoping (wishing, praying) that this year will be all about endless opportunities and more steps towards being kinder to myself for healing. There is a quote I’ve stumbled upon on tumblr, it says, “No one talks about how lonely healing can feel.” It’s been hard, but loneliness has also been a strange comfort to me after being with it for so long… I know it’s bad and I shouldn’t cling to it, but loneliness has always been my drive towards creativity. An endless battle, as they would call it. But for me, I’m tired of fighting.
Good night, my angels.
Lots of love,