A piece of writing I found today, written in 2008 (aged 16) – whilst suffering with a depressive episode
Sitting in an empty space is the only time you can gather your thoughts and allow your imagination to run wild.
This is where the best ideas can come to you, everything starts making sense and things seem much clearer than they did when there were other voices and interruptions in the way. But those four plain, cold, white walls can either be a blank canvas of inspiration, or they can be a lack of distraction from the demon inside you; filling your brain with negativity and pain. The secrets, lies and heartbreak that you managed to block out in the noise and chaos of life suddenly dawns on you and you can feel yourself drowning deeper and deeper and deeper until you find yourself lost in a surreal in between of life and death. You can feel yourself breathing heavily and your heart’s still pumping blood through your veins, but they’re the only signs of being alive.
Sitting in an empty space is the only time you can gather your thoughts and allow your imagination to run wild – but for some people, it’s the most horrific place to be, and it can put you in the most dangerous state of mind you could possibly be in.