For at least three years now my passion for the arts is dwindling, for years i have helped my depression and depressive episodes by writing poetry and songs creating music , reading and so forth but day by day i'm finding the whole premise of it extremely tiresome and difficult. i fear i no longer have the passion i once had and this saddens me greatly. so much to a point that my ambition for day to day life has took a massive nose dive . my ambition has gone and i feel all to consumed by a blanket of dark negativity that rules my life so. it's affecting my work and my relationships. i'm having outbursts of frustration anger and mass amounts of melancholy. "as for on that day i forgot to dream i closed my eyes and realised the world wasn't what it seemed".
That was one of the last things i wrote and since then i havent been able to put pen to paper as i feel like something is stopping me from seeking the beauty in the simplistic pleasures we all take for granted.
Thank you
Josh McCarthy