My favorite part of the day is the window between when I was supposed to go to bed and when I actually do.

I’ve been calling this window “bonus time” – the time when the disappointments of my life don’t seem to carry as much weight.

Depression has been hitting extra hard these days. I used to have the motivation to create; to be an artist. But these days, I watch those fleeting moments of inspiration like a child’s lost balloon in the sky…drifting further and further away until it’s out of sight.

I’m in a liminal space.

I’m both working and waiting for goals to feel more realized. Maybe then depression won’t weigh as heavy. Maybe then my favorite window of time won’t be alone in the dark.