Have you met anyone who has taken the proverbial road that’s been less traveled by many?
If not, hello, I’m Jason. I used to be a very obedient boy who did everything his parents ordered without any question. I was always on the clock; I was never allowed to go out with my friends. All my parents wanted me to do was study so that I could become a doctor someday, just like them.
In reality, however, I questioned my folks every time in my mind. They merely did not know about it because I feared getting sent to a boarding school if they caught me acting up. So, I studied hard and eventually earned my pre-med degree and got into med school to please them.
Now, whenever I told people about my dilemma, only a few could understand me. Many of them said, “Your parents want to pay for your med school. Boo-hoo!” They assumed that I was a bratty kid who could not appreciate all the privileges that were within an arm’s length, but they were wrong.
I was—and forever will be—grateful for everything that my family has given to me. Despite that, my passion is not into curing or diagnosing various diseases, no matter how noble the profession may be. I wanted to be a blogger and a thumping good one at that.
My Journey To The Blogging World
I got a shot towards my dream job when I saw an ad for a guest writer at an online magazine. I dug up a few old articles I wrote way back in high school and updated and sent them to the editor with my resume. Two weeks passed by, and I was losing hope about receiving a reply. But one afternoon, I got an email from the said online magazine editor, saying that my articles impressed me. They wanted me to do a piece regarding the challenges that teenagers with strict parents were facing these days.
Well, the editor couldn’t have given me a better topic than that. And when my friends read the final copy, they all said that I had the potential to have a writing career. Of course, hearing that meant the world for me. It was something that my mom and dad never supported, claiming that there was no money in any writing job.
Without my parents’ knowledge, therefore, I created a blog. It was about the three things I was interested in: traveling, gadgets, and DIY hacks. The first few weeks were idle; only my pals visited the website. However, for some reason, I woke up one day with tens of thousands of online visitors. Companies were asking how much I wanted to get paid to write about their products, too.
Despite my parents’ protests, I moved out of the house, dropped out of med school, and started blogging full-time.
Problems With Blogging
Blogging gave me peace of mind for years. Everything I couldn’t say for years, I managed to let out through my writing. Readers held on to every word I wrote; they loved getting tips and advice from me. Luckily, my family didn’t write me off entirely, but I also knew I didn’t want to hear a single I-told-you-so later, so I made sure that my blogging career would thrive for a long time.
The problem is, after the fifth year of being a blogger, my craft started feeling more like a job than a hobby. I wrote and published blogs on specific days; my social life was hanging by a thread because I focused on the website too much. As much as I didn’t want to admit it, my blog was giving me mental health issues like anxiety and depression.
What To Do
It took a few more months before I decided to do a self-intervention. Below are the countermeasures I had taken to feel better about blogging again:
Go On A Long Holiday
My first action was looking for a European cruise that would let me stay away from home for at least a month. When I found one that would go around almost every European country for six weeks, I grabbed the opportunity immediately.
I used this time to reconnect with my adventurous side and get to know other cultures. Every time we docked in one city for two days, I walked around, met some locals, and practically learned how to enjoy life without worrying about my website.
Stop Writing On Schedule
Being too organized did not do me any good over time. I thought it was the best thing to do back then, but it backfired on me as I kept pushing myself to write when my brain didn’t want to cooperate.
During the cruise, I still wrote blogs, but I only did it whenever I felt inspired to do so. Mind you; there was a stark difference with my writing experience here. The words flowed from my brain to my pen more smoothly; I almost didn’t need to think about what I wanted to say.
The trip renewed my love for blogging and allowed my mental health issues to go away. I didn’t know it was possible, but it happened. If your career gives you depression or anxiety, too, try to be spontaneous and approach things differently. Good luck!…