I woke up with a strange feeling. I feel slightly off balance within myself. And I felt compelled to write, as I haven't in months. Though, what it is I am supposed to be writing escapes me.
Maybe I should be writing about how every single moment after my first step towards recovery has been a constant battle with myself and my depression. Sometimes I just want to give up and give in. Maybe it's just supposed to be a part of who I am. It has already shaped who I am and how I view things.. Someone keeps telling me that it's just the devil nagging at me. And as much as I believe in God, I still find it a bit difficult to believe that every single thing reverts back to heaven and hell. Maybe that is my downfall.
Or maybe I should be writing about something dynamic. And maybe I should put my words into sentences that would blow minds. But what do I write? And how?