The lights all faded

One con about my taking an SNRI is I feel less creative.

 I spend my free time painting, weaving, and stitching but I feel less inspired to do so lately. It’s especially tough because when winter comes, the rainy days make me want to be creative and well, it’s pretty much winter now in the Pacific Northwest.

I started a painting recently and lately it’s been at a standstill in my dining room, slowly gathering the dust of my rusted imagination. I want so badly to continue but I just don’t have it in me. 

I’m kind of numb. 

But I’m not in a depressive state.

Maybe it’s a trade I’ll have to be grateful for because I can at least be a functional human in society and not a couch cushion. 

Maybe it’s also harder living in a place that demands you live out your passion. The wildness calls to the mind and soul to wake up and be in it…do the thing you were meant to.