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0 By Alan D.D.
There’s a funny thing about almost all mental health problems, depression in my case. It breaks you down and tears you apart, as if your pretty life didn’t matter at all. That’s something we’re all very familiar with if I’m not mistaken. But it also makes you discover the most powerful allies you could ever need. This is one advantage that, if used properly, will be as lethal to depression as a monster to townspeople.
Introducing, ladies and gentlemen, the Victor Frankenstein Syndrome.
Home, dark, lonely home
I think it is very common for us depressives to spend a lot of time on our own, doing whatever we want and working on that which gives us peace and happiness. Art has always been said to carry a part of the artist’s soul. For me it is especially true when applied to depressives.
When I have my lonely home to my lonely self and it is only me and my ideas walking around, it is my time to create. And my time to incarnate the crazy scientist I carry within me. I put my music at full volume and prepare something to drink or eat that I like. Then I sit down to write, draw, plan future projects and shape those I have already in progress. In fact to create whatever I think about.
The key to keeping the demons at bay is to build your very own art studio in your home, your dark, lonely home. Keep it just like that as long as you can so your work and your creatures can come to sweet life.
Creating my own weapons
Many didn’t get my drawings, my poems, or even my clothes. People don’t understand why anyone would be dressed in black most of the time. But things are just like that. And I would rather spend my time doing what I most like than dealing with someone who doesn’t want to understand me.
It is always great when someone tells you they believe in you. We need that ego boost. It could take several attempts to get the first compliment, the first supporter. But as long as you turn your darkness into something positive and take advantage of whichever opportunity comes your way, never mind the rest of the globe.
Not enough monsters
Depression did help me to find my place in this world. No matter how much damage that beast from hell has done and keeps doing to both me and my head. As soon as I start feeling something isn’t right, that there’s an evil shadow in my mind trying to eat me alive, I create my own weapons against it.
Some people could think I’m insane, but I’m okay with that because there will never be enough monsters in the world.
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