For the longest time I’ve desired to share what inspires me as a writer. But up until now, I’ve never had a proper place to do just that. As I begin diving into the vast, entangled webs of the internet in a possibly vain attempt to reach forth and spread my wings as an author, I want to begin sharing my journey with you.
I may not have a whole volume of material to write about in regards to my life and subsequent experiences as a human being, but I’ve realized that is okay. Everyone has their own story to share even if it’s not an outlier found amid a billion human observations. Many of us walk the same trodden paths our ancestors once did in their own lives. The human life is still solely based on the same principles of previous generations. Sure, technology changes, society changes, government changes, but the very inner, intimate human principles do not. What truly makes a person an individual, a lone unit on the graph, is how they handle the things that inspire them in their everyday life.
For me, my inspiration has come from a rather common yet misunderstood and highly complex mental illness affecting millions of people: depression.