My first blog post. It's late at night. Everyone's wrapped up in their blankets, their souls are in a far away place. Everything is quiet and the sky is pitch black. I'm unable to fall asleep. My throat feels tight and it's like I forgot how to breathe. This is all due to the lack of oxygen. I spent my whole Saturday at home. When I woke up around noon, I remembered the nightmare I had. I don't have them often, so when I do have them, they leave me in a state of disturbance. 
When I spend my day at home I usually try to do as many things as I can: work on a drawing, read a book, finish a show, study, work out, take care of myself, help my mom. 
But the thing is that you have to fucking choose one thing at a time. You can't do everything at once. I tried. Years. But the secret behind this is that you'll end up doing those things in a half-hearted way. How are you going to put your whole passion into it if you're already thinking about the next task? You have to be there, your body has to be present.
Since the result leads to you finishing your tasks half-done it makes you feel useless. As if you failed to be productive. And this goes on for days and days. Weeks for weeks. Months for months.
But it's fine. What's important is the realization that you were stuck in a vicious circle and the resolution that you have to change that.