Where has it gone? I feel dull. Flat. Lacking motivation. I feel like if I wasn’t on meds right now this would be a full blown depressive episode. I’m just feeling kind of blah. But I keep getting bursts of inspiration. I’m just unable to follow through on my ideas.
I have art in my head. Creativity on the tip of my tongue. And yet, I’m surrounded by wadded up laundry, cat hair, and dirty dishes. “I don’t deserve to create” I say to myself anytime I actually get motivated. “There are things to be cleaned and organized.” Creativity takes a back seat. And yet I know it’d feed my soul.