I Have this Obsession with Telling Stories
Lately I've been in what feels like an artistically dry period. I've spent this last year and a half not focused as much on acting but focusing on myself, my spiritual, mental, emotional, and physical health. With that being said, this past eighteen months have be HARD (I had to capitalize that). Hard because I wasn't just confronting my pain, and the things I wasn't letting go of, but I was mainly confronting myself and my own demons and calling out myself when it came to my own toxic traits, and how I tend to hold myself back. I shed a lot of tears, both happy and sad. I went through the process of feeling guilty, full of shame, feeling worthless, not enough. I had to face the mistakes I made that led me to dark places, the decisions I made that I lived with regret about for so long. All of that to be where I am now. At some point after graduation when I feel into one of the deepest depressions I have ever been in, I made a decision to get up and fight. Fight for ...