“There are many things I should like to write you about, but I feel it useless.” – Vincent VanGogh, 1890
I am in a bit of disbelief that a full five months have passed since my last entry. It’s not that I haven’t had anything to dwell on or to think about, but each time I sat down to write, I simply felt defeated before I could get out a single keystroke.
After all, who is even reading what I have to say anymore? Why would they want to take in the rants and musings of a woman with such severe depression? What is the point?
And yet, I still feel the nagging sensation to revive not only my blog, but my own downtrodden spirit. I loved and still loved to write, but there are times when I feel like all the time and energy and passion that I have poured into my writing has ultimately been for naught.
I recently received an automated email from GoDaddy.com that my blog’s domain is about to expire, unless I cough up a hefty U$270+ to keep it running for another year. I don’t know what to do at this point.