I'm working on a story submission right now and it's legit fucking me up. I was SO excited about the idea and now that I'm writing it I'm actually feeling the crushing depression that this poor girl in the story is dealing with, this shit is palpable and goddamn it hurts. I find myself taking breaks to stop writing and just listen to the music that makes me feel better, and when I go back to writing I'm INSTANTLY fucking sad again.
Look, I know I write dark and mopey shit, but very rarely does any of that actually effect me, it's part of the process to work out my internal thoughts and worries and it makes me feel better to put it to words. This shit is something else though, this is dwelling on the vile and repugnant shit that people think and feel and buying into the reality that I'm probably not very far from the truth is not okay with me.