Sometimes I’m afraid that medicating my #mentalillness steals my #creativity. I have struggled with #depression since high school, then after the birth of both my children, #postpartumdepression. My doctors and I created a treatment plan that included medication. While the medication levels my moods, I sometimes buy into the myth that I have to suffer for creativity. I have to tear my soul to shreds to put pen to paper. This has been haunting me these past months as I fought for #writinginspiration. As I struggled to find the characters to tell their stories. Never mind that the world is on fire. Never mind that gross injustices are being perpetuated daily. I still told myself, if you can’t find a story to tell now, you never will, you’ll never be good enough, your dream of being a #writer is at an end. I know, I am the worst enemy of myself. My brain at war with my spirit. But today a story cane to me and as I rushed to write it down on post-it after post-it, I cried. Something is still flowing despite the chemicals with which I am supplementing my brain. The thing that whispers inspiration to my heart is still somewhere inside me. Anyway, I had my first story idea in months and now I am an emotional mess but I’m happy. #amwriting #appalachianfiction #writing #mentalhealth https://www.instagram.com/p/CBgdPtklDHm/?igshid=aep7yojgxnjy