I woke up this morning after a few really vivid dreams. I had a song stuck in my head — a song that I somehow wrote while dreaming. It came to me so quickly that I almost recorded a voice memo of it, but then I quickly remembered that I have no musical talent and my singing voice sucks.
But I wasn’t going to let this fleeting moment of inspiration go to waste! I immediately started writing down the words and turned it into a poem instead. I’m no Emily Dickinson, but I was excited by how quickly it came to me.
I’ve been in a weird place for a few days, and this angsty poem has brought me out of it. I sometimes forget that creating stuff is the greatest medicine.
When you’re feeling depressed, anxious, numb, or sad, pull out whatever emotions you have buried inside you and use them. Make something beautiful out of it. Having a chip on your shoulder is a great advantage. Keep creating.