Rhys D. Hawkins
Aspiring Clinical Psychologist. Sometimes likes taking photographs, debating politics and feeding obsession with world religions.
I suspect that this is a struggle many creatives have had — how do you balance the precarious need to avoid killing yourself while also feeling intensely enough to render the world as art, which implicitly makes you happy and drives you deeper into a spiral of all-consuming self-doubt and mental cannabalism?
Teach Me How To Feel
Abby Norman
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I think this is the price one must pay for seeing the world in this way. I often reflect on those I know who seem to be members of the ‘other’ group of humanity who are much more stable, functional and take joy in logic (no generalisations intended), and feel jealous. However, what is a bigger price to pay — no deep spiralling depressing at the cost of no artistic insight, or paying for the joys of music, theatre, expression?
