Being extra brave today and pulling back the curtain to share how I've dipped into a depression lately.

Depression is something I've struggled with since college, but weirdly, I've never identified as depressed. I've always thought of it more as an anomaly, a aberrant condition I needed to fix.

And I have devoted A LOT of time to "fixing" it.

This week, I've been trying something new.
I've been trying to allow for the depression. To hear it, without necessarily believing all it has to say.

To make space for it, without needing to scrub it clean from my system.

To not have to wait until the depression is "fixed" until I can be a creative - until I can record my podcast, or work on my TV pilot, or do some actor marketing.

What is it to invite this indigo blue of my depression into my work, rather than desperately trying to escape it?

What would it look like to ... dare I say ... befriend it? 



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If you're struggling with making time or space for your creative practice, I hear you. I'd love to connect. Come find me on Instagram @SamGarlandNYC.


(photo credit: Janae Jones Photography)  

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