BREATHE... a journal

This blog is a preview for my memoirs. Sort of a journal. I like to post some of my ideas and inspirations here.

The journal has about 145 pages written so far and will also feature some of my artwork and pictures. Not a book. Not a comic book. CHAOTIC, like me.

As you can see, I am not writing in a typical format. The pages might look like poems but it's simply because I like things short and simple. Clean.

If you have ever experienced depression, you know that reading a book with pages filled with words is discouraging and you quickly lose interest...

BREATHE focuses on what I have learned and experienced so far, after the loss of my dad and the depression that followed.
I started writing to vent, but it has led me to knowing myself a bit better-- my limits, my dreams.

-Janie

Wednesday, April 28, 2010

Creative Process

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The CREATIVE process
is one of SURRENDER,
NOT control.

~ . + . ~

I have printed a 6th version of my journal
Never satisfied with the result, I keep tweaking
every page, drawing and adding notes.

The content so far goes a little like this:

TABLE OF CONTENTS.

PREFACE

ABOUT...

i.

ii.

iii.

iv.


chapter one. APOCALYPSE

NUMB

SHOCK

STARING INTO EMPTINESS

THE FUNERAL


chapter two. PERIOD OF UTTER AND TOTAL DENIAL

TWO YEARS LATER

SURVIVING

SPREADING MY WINGS


chapter three. IT BEGINS

LET IT OUT

LATER THAT NIGHT

MISS GOODIE-TWO-SHOES

*SIGH*

ITS JUST TIME

ALL I WANT IS MY DAD BACK

WHEN I WAS 15...

SOMEONE ONCE TOLD ME

GRAND-MAMAN

I DONT TALK

COMES THERAPY

HEARTACHE

FAMIILY TO THE RESCUE... AGAIN!

I KNOW, I KNOW!

THE REST OF THAT SUMMER


chapter four. WHAT IT FEELS LIKE

SUFFERING DEPRESSION

I’M STUCK

I FEEL...

>_<;

ALONE

“HAPPY” PILLS

ITS “JUST” ANXIETY

NEVERMORE

SINKING

RESURFACING

POURING MY HEART OUT

VIDEO TRANSCRIPTIONS


chapter five. RELATIONSHIPS & INFATUATIONS

A GOOD DAY

MEET CUTE

SICKENING VISUAL POETRY

LIVE. LOVE. LEARN.

COMES LOVE

NOTHING CAN BE DONE

BACK HOME


chapter six. THOUGHTS & MUSINGS

FEAR

LEARNING TO LET GO

VENTING

DAMN DREAMS

AHH TATTOOS...


chapter seven. SELF-QUESTIONING

ONE CHANCE

SELF-QUESTIONNING

PROUST

MORE QUESTIONS

IT JUST HAS TO WORK


chapter eight. INSPIRATION

INSPIRE ME

ARTISTS

JOHN LENNON

JOHN MAYER

MICHAEL BUBLÉ


chapter nine. REBIRTH

WHATS AN ARTIST?


chapter ten. SEEKING SIMPLICITY

OM

WANT MORE, SUFFER MORE

Move

WORDS OF WISDOM



I can't understand how some writers

release more than one book per year!

Not just books: BRICKS!


A simple example would be Meg Cabot,

whom my sister love! She releases series

for adults, teenagers... and under more pen-names!


(Must stop comparing myself to others)

Wednesday, March 31, 2010

Not Cured


From the look of my blog, it seems like I may have fallen from the planet... but I am still here.
Breathing and trying to manage it all.
Life that is. With all its twists and turns.
This means I can see light at the end of the tunnel but I am not out. Not yet.

My inspiration to create is often overshadowed
by self-doubt and anxiety.
And in turn my physical health suffers as well. I am tired and aching.
Constantly bombarded with questions by my healthcare system,
afraid I might be cheating them.
My depression is in remission, that's a good sign.
But I am not "cured". Not yet.
Then again life can't be "cured", just managed.

I still have problems getting up in the morning.
I still get anxious when I step out of my home.
I can't even concentrate on a good book.
I used to be able to multitask
but now I have problems with ADD....
I used to be able to spend countless hours on a painting
but now I just want to get it over with...
Chores and bills are daunting and never-ending.
Appointments are repetitive but necessary.
Medication is now part of my routine.
Inspirational bouts are what I am living for.

Yeah, I can manage.
But I'm not cured.

Monday, August 10, 2009

Peace Returned


I'd been having a rough day...
so I decided to go for a drive.

Something led me to the cemetery.

I miss my dad...
my grandparents.

I keep telling myself
that they aren't there.
They're everywhere...

It somehow helps.

The most peaceful place on earth.
I cried. I even smiled...
was someone there to hear me?
Console me?
Maybe...

Peace returned.

<3

Wednesday, July 29, 2009

In Vain

So many thoughts flashing through my head
So many dreams passing through my mind

A heart bursting with desires
Or broken to millions of pieces
Unable to fulfill its destiny

Leaving me alone and unwanted
Chasing love in all the wrong places
Or burning my candle at both ends

If only you knew
If only you did

Then all this will not have been in vain...

Friday, July 17, 2009

Breathe... a preview!


I have finally gathered up the courage
(along with my therapist's encouragements)
to send a preview of my book/journal to a publisher!

Now here's my dilemma...
it's not a regular book,
it's not a comic book,
it's me on paper,
CHAOS and all!

Usually publishers go for one or the other...
But I am hopeful and positive
that there's a public out there for it.

Friday, May 29, 2009

Still Breathing

A hundred and thirty-five pages into my book...
I am not entirely done but my therapist has encouraged me to prepare something to be sent to a publisher soon.
Perhaps learning about rejection and the way I might react is what he is curious about... then again, so am I.
Accepting criticism of my work, not as a personal attack but constructive opinion. This is what I have to keep in mind, I know.
But so much of myself has gone into this journal... I might not help but take it a bit personally.
But I'll cross that bridge when I come to it.

Monday, March 30, 2009

Stevie Ray Vaughan


Another inspiration, another idol who passed away before his time.
I can listen to his music for hours! Stevie Ray Vaughan. 1954-1990.