Franz Kafka (via rabbitinthemoon)
This quotation means so much to me. In college, I couldn’t find the motivation to write, even though I was filled to the brim with stories and emotions and strange sentences. Two of those years were the most difficult of my life - anxiety-ridden, eating disordered, sleep deprived. It’s funny that there is a correlation between my increased writing and my increased sanity. Was I able to write because I became happier, healthier, and more secure? Or did writing make all these things happen? I don’t know. But I do know that this quotation is true.