Depression. Anxiety. Agoraphobia. Chronic Fatigue Syndrome.
As if ALL THAT wasn't enough to make me feel like a pile of garbage on the best of days....
Today, peer reviews for my first poem in my Poetry Writing class. Wanna hear some of my classmate's critiques?
~ ending could be stronger
~ a little too boring
~ language didn't stick out to me
~ use different adjectives
~ cliche, cliche, cliche!
Wow, could you have been more ambivalent to my teetering emotions? Probably not. I suppose they could have just been outright hostile - I'd actually prefer that. Gives me something to fight against and get angry about. But this....well....this just makes me want to throw in the towel and never write a single piece of prose. Ever. Again.
I know I'm being irrational. I know this. I can't help it. Sometimes it's the little things that have the most power to break us down.