This is my blog here on writing.com. I like to talk a lot as you will see. So grab a cappucino, pull up an easy chair and listen to me talk to myself.

I think I have just become your fan. I'll have to remember some of that for the future.

Your words echo my thoughts about myself at times. I understand feeling the depression and despair and not knowing what to do about it. I know plain old vitamin D helps me a lot with depression. And music often helps me get back into the swing of writing. I have a different CD for each story I write. It often acts as a switch when I think I can't possibly get motivated. Doing something totally different for a day or an hour often helps me too.

Maybe this will help. It's a beautiful thought someone gave to me.

Creativity is like a river we are standing in. It's there day and night, constantly flowing. We often forget to look down and feel it. We get distracted by life on the shore and forget about the flow. But it never stops. So just stand still for a moment and feel the creative flow. It may ease your feelings and bring you the peace you need to write again.

Just my 2 cents. I send you all the positive energy I can. Hope it helps.

Blue-Inspired

No, you're not 'normal'; neither was I. But ... ... most people aren't as normal as they think they are ... they can fool themselves and the world around them. At least, you know that you aren't and you're willing to say that to yourself.

You describe severe depression (no reason to feel down ... but you are) and numbness. I've been numb. Worse than the depression I'd learn to manage to survive.

The good news reading between your lines:

You know this is a problem.
You go out and live life regardless.

I hope you enter a happier cycle soon.

Yep. I live 25 miles east of the picketers. They ain't welcome in this town except it does give everyone an excuse for a counter-rally.

Spain recognizes marriage. Massachusetts, Canada too. Even Coahila in Mexico recognizes civil unions (maybe even marriages, I'd have to check).

There are Rights and there are Wrongs. My Rights and You're Wrong! seems to be the rallying cry of the narrow minded.

Well ... as a man it peaks at 19-25 and then it is definitely downhill.

However ... a while back someone proved to me that I still have what it takes. These young'ns might revive me yet. (PS: it was HIS idea ... )

But don't you know? They'd just go get their pastors and families to rally behind them if anyone tried to take away their basic rights. Coz "how dare they....?"

*hug* I thought you might need one, so here you go. I'm sorry. I can't really say I empathize, but I do sympathize. I hope everything works out okay. *hug*

Luna Lesbiana

A fantastic and (brutally) honest entry!!. I wish many more people would read this. I hope that they do. You should have it as a Static Item in your port. Seriously!. I've read a fair bit of GLBT literature in my time, and your entry here is some of the BEST!.

Staying strong, standing tall, and staying where you belong. If only our world had more people like you.

I walked in the Pride parade here in Kansas a couple years ago. It is a nice feeling, especially since I ain't no spring chicken any more.

And having younger friends grab my hand while walking down the street (not on Pride Day) was priceless.

Years ago in Costa Rica men could walk arm-in-arm and it was acceptable. Odd how I think of that now ... and miss it.

Being an outcast is not a good feeling. This town prides itself on being tolerant ... but it truly isn't accepting.

Oh ... that was a good pun.