My Rediscovery of Me

Hi. I’m Eba.

One day I woke up and I was unrecognizable to myself. I couldn’t remember the last time I had written a poem that I enjoyed reading or the last time I had drawn a picture worth keeping. I tried to think of the last time I had taken my camera out just to capture a nice photograph – and I failed.

It scared me. My life was once overflowing with creativity. I had scrapbooks and journals full of my thoughts, my art and my life. I had rooms cluttered with markers, paintbrushes, scraps of paper and imagination. I realized that my space had become filled with emptiness – mindless thoughts and the growl of the television.

I then convinced myself that I was hopeless, that I was doomed to a dull life of routine and to a perpetual state of monochromatic existence.

This blog is my attempt to prove myself wrong. This is me trying to appreciate the art in my life and to find the art within myself, which – I hope – will lead to my rediscovery of me.

[This text was taken from my introductory blog post. See the full post.]

About this blog: I may write three times in a matter of minutes and then I may go weeks without writing a thing. That is just who I am. But it is also a bit of what I am trying to change. So bear with me.