Wednesday, May 22, 2024 at 5:34 PM
May 22, 2024•132 words
I'm a creative person. An introvert. Which means that most of the time I need to be alone. And sometimes, I need to be alone to do a whole lot of nothing. Or at least what would look like nothing from the outside perspective, from the perspective of someone who is not in my mind.
My mind needs space to unfold. Time to process things. And if it is allowed that, sometimes, good stuff comes out. Stuff that most other people won't think of. Can't think of. Don't have the mental makeup to think of.
The downside of my particular mental makeup is the agony of depression, which is always around the corner. Especially if I'm not allowed the time and space to think. To do nothing. To do nothing but think.