And, horror it is to say, you just know chocolate isn't enough. Writers - all artists - have these patterns. Yet why do we never hear about it? The blogging world is filled with writers from all stages of life, all genres of writing. What is it that keeps us from actually talking about these things?
Look to your left, look to your right. Someone in our circle is suffering.
This is such a tight community, it really is. One of the most beautiful, encouraging circles of writers. So why is it none of us can find the words when it comes to depression? Is it because we're all so close to it?
Authors, by the job description, drink up human sorrow. Without it, we have no story. We have to forcibly lower our defenses to feel that hurt, to look at it march toward us. We have to be defenseless, and that's something humans are not good at.
So what is it, exactly that every writer needs?
Writers need to hurt. They need to be allowed to hurt. We need to look at self-sacrifice of soldiers, at piercingly genuine teenage heartache, at the loneliness of solitude (which is often very close to home), and be able to bear it, without holding up defenses. Without saying, "It's just a story." Without hearing, "Man up."
So today, let yourself hurt. It's Memorial Day, there are many soldiers who deserve to be properly mourned - let yourself cry for them. Put away the drugs, the alcohol, and let the tragedy pour over you. But don't forget this: we're here. When it becomes too much, remember that you aren't alone. Someone is hurting just like you. Someone is hurting more. Together, we're stronger than any high. So let's cry today, but let's not cry alone.