If you’re talking about writing, the answer is — I did other things, too. Like, I am not *only* a writer. I work full time. I play music. I see friends. I date. I run. I bike. I travel. Like … I *do* stuff. And that keeps me going and I can feel successful doing some of those things, and then it keeps my confidence up enough that I keep writing. (Diversify your portfolio and when one stock plunges it doesn’t hurt so bad.)

If you’re talking about not killing myself, I’m actually kind of a baby in that my self-preservation mechanism is off the chart: I’m afraid of guns, knives, needles, and go into panic attacks when I feel like I’ve taken one too many codeine. In short … I’m just not wired for suicide — no matter how depressed I’ve been.

If you’re talking about how do I just keep living? I’d say I have bad days and good days, but most are pretty average. And on those average days I do just enough to put just enough distance between the person I was and the person I am. And, on a grand scale, that’s usually enough progress to leave me somewhat satisfied and ready to do it again.

Essayist and storyteller on life, liberty and the battle for happiness. Several million served. Words at Human Parts, Forge and PS I Love You. IG: heygorman

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