I often find it's the simplest things that can make me happy even if only for a moment. I like to doodle a lot. Sometimes, I have the urge to draw and color with crayons. I always draw the same thing. Green grass, pink or red or purple flowers, a square two-story house, trees with brown trunks and green leaves, fluffy blue clouds, and a yellow sun. From time to time, I'll add random things here and there, but nothing much. I don't have crayons here. Instead, I opted to download an iPod app that would allow me to doodle with my fingers. It's not as fun, but I still enjoy it.
To me, writing is on the same level. When I doodle, it's usually not for anyone to see. Writing is the same. I write for no reason other than for something to do and to express myself. I've given up on claiming that my writing is any good, though I know it's better than many others'. It's something to take my mind off of whatever it is I'm stressing out about at the time or a way to think more about something.
I think I was very close to forgetting how important those things are to my sanity.
