I know, I know...

I know, I know, most of my writings are bleak....When I am happy or content, I have nothing to write about...I can't write...I am too happy....

When I am happy, I go places and do things, I am creative with my time and with others, I don't have time to sit and write...

When I am depressed or angry or hurting, I don't go anywhere, I don't see anyone, I isolate...writing keeps my isolation from becoming my tomb...

So, when I go for time without writing, that means I am in a good head space...so don't be alarmed...(as long as pictures are being posted)...

If I am writing, then I am keeping myself alive...the minute I stop writing about my sadness, or whatever, is the day I will die...

My depression and brain cancer, is my muse.....
..I take pictures in happiness and write in sadness...

So,  I also write how I am feeling "in the moment"...not how I feel "all the time"...I am an impulsive writer....I don't really think about what I am writing, it just pours out of my head and vomits all over the page....there is no clean up...

I just move on to the next day...