Up until recently, my faith in myself and my abilities was practically nonexistent. Writing is the only thing that I ever consistently believed I could do well. Even when I first entered the world of music journalism, I never ventured further than only writing articles or album reviews. My friend who owned my first online outlet always went out for show reviews and took care of the photography end. Needless to say, I never anticipated picking up a camera and scheduling press arrangements on my own in the future.
Very rarely will I fall off the wagon so hard due to depression or anxiety like in the past; quite frankly, I do not miss that happening one bit. I also know that low points and relapses are a continuous part of life and healing. Despite that, when you spend more time feeling happy rather than miserable, you forget just how exhausting it is to be upset or worried all of the time.
I would be lying to you all if I told you that I have been walking around with my head held high and looking fierce and flawless (as I enjoy once in a blue moon). You want to know what my last week or two has really been like?