I was inspired to write this by Ana’s post Mask, in @bitter sweet diary. We all wear masks: to hide behind; to pretend we are someone else – for comedic, dramatic or other purposes; to live another life. We paint over damaged walls, to mask the cracks. We say words we do not believe, to […]
“I’m no good at writing.” “I can’t find the right words.” “It wouldn’t be as good as yours.” I keep hearing excuses such as these. People tell me that they’d love to write poetry, but they won’t simply because they feel it wouldn’t be good enough.
People often mistakenly see my openness about my depression as a cry for help, or a method of attention seeking. They think that those who are genuinely depressed don’t talk about it and try to hide it, as though it’s something to be ashamed or embarrassed about. Some are ashamed or embarrassed, but that’s because of how society still treats […]