The Fantastically Demonic World of Nila N. Brown

Hello, my Lovelies! The fact that I suffer from depression is the worst kept secret ever. I hid it at first because, you know, trying to start a writing career, I didn't want someone to look at me like I was a nut case. I slowly left that thinking behind me. It took some time, meds for a hot minute, and therapy for me to understand that I've been clinically depressed for over 32 years. On a recent trip home to St. Louis (enjoyed it immensely!), I had a discussion with my mom, brother, sis-in-law, step dad and cousin that made me realize where the depression stemmed from and how it started. I won't go into that, but I really felt connected to my family more than I had in my nearly 50 years on Planet Stinkyball Earth. Things that are said or done early in life have a great impact on you later in life without you even realizing it. So I came back to Georgia and set about writing the book that I will read at DragonCon on Friday, September 4th (date change). However, on A...

Come in closer, my lovelies. It occurred to me that I could write my blogs about the world around me as I see it, or some celebrity, or snarking on whatever’s going on in the world, you know…like I do on Twitter on RHOA or Empire nights. What? I blow off steam that way, but sometimes, I fall short as a human being. I don’t need anyone to tell me; I know that I do. We all do because that’s how humanity rolls; I’m just willing to admit it out loud and in my writings. We look at people and situations without personalizing them, and in the process, we forget how fortunate we are.  This is what I like to blog about the most. It helps me to put things in perspective. Case in point, this Saturday (2/28/15), I woke up and did some laundry, and then harped about not having enough hangers for the ridiculous amount of clothes that I didn’t know I had. I can’t tell – I’m always complaining I have nothing to wear. This is just me being extra. Anyhoo, I was being an...