Yeah, I’m feeling it once again. The dark night of depression has dissipated
and I can once again think clearly. The past month has been an incredible
spiritual journey. God has reawakened my passion, resolve, and hope for a better
day. I can feel anxiety and worry slipping by the wayside. Fear and
self-destruction are nearly nonexistent. But I know I must not grow complacent.
Stay the path and do not waver.
The past week has been incredible. Three stories. Mark it, three stories to
work on and I am not feeling the anxiety of which I will begin first. Monday I
worked on one. Tuesday and Wednesday another. And Thursday to today, the third
story. I came into contact with an old friend, an accomplice in the birthing of
the idea for Jeremiah (the third story) and we will meet up and do some writing
and illustrating on Saturday. It has always been my dream to write
collaboratively. Not every story, but a set number, to be set apart and shared
with another artist and writer. To help craft it into something bigger than
ourselves. After years of dreaming this dream, I pray it come true.
Another reason I feel incredible is I finally took a step, a step forward, a
step I have been putting off for two years. I do not want to get into it now
lest some people read this. I am not yet ready for some to know. Not yet. But in
a month. Oh but it is good. Great. Wonderful. I haven’t felt this unbound and
free in years.
Until another night—when specifics return…
