My Most Precious Possession: Passion

Written by: Laura Wainer

What is passion? The dictionary defines passion as a strong and barely controllable emotion. Thus, passion is not something seen, but instead something felt.  I would like to share with you how passion feels to me, and why it is important for us to tend to our passions.

Passion fills you with joy. Engaging in activities involving passion make hours seem like minutes and minutes seem like seconds. Time passes by in a heartbeat whilst filling your beating heart with joy. One might say, our passion is part of what makes us– uniquely us.

When Passion enters our life

 

We do not choose our passions. In a sense, they choose us. It just appears along our journey as we learn and experience new things, and you know without knowing, because it feels right.  Then suddenly, you notice it taking up space in your mind and creating a positive impact. We can have as many passions as our heart desires, and one passion does not take the joy or space away from another. We shouldn’t have to decide which ones to pursue by limiting others. There is enough space for all of them, and they will each take part in our personal growth and journey to becoming our truest self– changing and ever evolving by the minute.

A passion does not have a specific look, and no matter how big or small it is –does not determine how successful it is. It is all about how it makes you feel, and you should not give up on it even if you are not the best at it. Being the best will not make you the happiest– enjoying your passions will. It is and should be for you and no one else. If you love it, others will feel that love, and they will appreciate and support it, especially if it allows them to relate, and makes them feel something great. If they do not, it does not matter, as it is not intended for them anyways.

Changing times

 

Your passions may change throughout the years, and that is okay. It does not make it any less of a passion just because of how long you’ve had it.

I did not question if it was good enough, or if everyone else liked it.

When I was younger, you would always find me drawing, painting, sewing, writing, creating stories for my dolls, and basically doing anything creative. I loved it. It made me feel full, and it allowed me to focus all my feelings and thoughts into art. I did not question if it was good enough, or if everyone else liked it. I did it purely because of how it made me feel, and not for the outcome, but simply because I enjoyed the process and the journey.

As I grew older, I encountered depression. Being in a mental state of severe despondency, I neglected my passions only to become more dejected. Negative thoughts regarding me and my work conquered my mind and I accepted failure as the inevitable terminus. I lost all my energy, and having never been an athlete, that mostly meant my creative energy. Instead of being productive, I was passive and passionless consuming Netflix galore which allowed me to fill my head with stories, acting as a remedy to forget my own (at least for some time). A break from my life, my past and foremost my thoughts.

I lost a big part of me by losing my passions. As years passed, I tried filling the emptiness with going out, a lot of netflix, shopping as well as other time consuming activities. But none of them gave me the same joy as a true passion.

Having worked my way through countless successions of good and bad experiences and numerous doctor visits, I am finally in a mental state where I can revive fragments of who I used to be. I will never be the exact same as the little girl I left behind those many years ago, but then again, no one is. Once again being able to create enabled me to leave behind any gloom and doom trying to dim my mind. In some ways my passions acted as an antidote to depression.

The Brighter Light 

Having experienced profound misery during my depression I knew how it felt to survive without purpose and passion. I was a mere existence until I injected passion back into my life. Yet again, I was in a state of tranquility. My passions spark joy, the kind that makes you want to dance around in your living room to Fleetwood Mac. This time I am allowing myself to do so, because I know how important my passions are, and I will continue to celebrate and embrace them every day.

I would choose the one with them any day of the week.

So, whenever I get annoyed at myself for letting them distract me and take up my time from what I should be doing, I remind myself to embrace and appreciate my passions instead of blaming them. I know what life is like without passions, and I would choose the one with them any day of the week.

We have created Home of Passion as a space to celebrate the great diversity–  Passion! We are avid for sharing our journey along the way and if just one person gains something positive, or even just feels less alone because of this space, that is more than we could hope for.

It is our purpose to share personal experiences concerning our mental health and life in general, as well as having our friends share theirs too. It will be a safe space, home to all the stuff we wish we could have read when we were younger, and even still. It will be messy, and a bit all over the place, but who cares. Hopefully, It will evolve over time, and we hope you will tag along on this exciting journey of ours, and maybe it will become a part of yours as well.

My Most Precious Possession: Passion

Written by: Laura Wainer

What is passion? The dictionary defines passion as a strong and barely controllable emotion. Thus, passion is not something seen, but instead something felt.  I would like to share with you how passion feels to me, and why it is important for us to tend to our passions.

Passion fills you with joy. Engaging in activities involving passion make hours seem like minutes and minutes seem like seconds. Time passes by in a heartbeat whilst filling your beating heart with joy. One might say, our passion is part of what makes us– uniquely us.

When Passion enters our life

 

We do not choose our passions. In a sense, they choose us. It just appears along our journey as we learn and experience new things, and you know without knowing, because it feels right.  Then suddenly, you notice it taking up space in your mind and creating a positive impact. We can have as many passions as our heart desires, and one passion does not take the joy or space away from another. We shouldn’t have to decide which ones to pursue by limiting others. There is enough space for all of them, and they will each take part in our personal growth and journey to becoming our truest self– changing and ever evolving by the minute.

A passion does not have a specific look, and no matter how big or small it is –does not determine how successful it is. It is all about how it makes you feel, and you should not give up on it even if you are not the best at it. Being the best will not make you the happiest– enjoying your passions will. It is and should be for you and no one else. If you love it, others will feel that love, and they will appreciate and support it, especially if it allows them to relate, and makes them feel something great. If they do not, it does not matter, as it is not intended for them anyways.

Changing times

 

Your passions may change throughout the years, and that is okay. It does not make it any less of a passion just because of how long you’ve had it.

I did not question if it was good enough, or if everyone else liked it.

When I was younger, you would always find me drawing, painting, sewing, writing, creating stories for my dolls, and basically doing anything creative. I loved it. It made me feel full, and it allowed me to focus all my feelings and thoughts into art. I did not question if it was good enough, or if everyone else liked it. I did it purely because of how it made me feel, and not for the outcome, but simply because I enjoyed the process and the journey.

As I grew older, I encountered depression. Being in a mental state of severe despondency, I neglected my passions only to become more dejected. Negative thoughts regarding me and my work conquered my mind and I accepted failure as the inevitable terminus. I lost all my energy, and having never been an athlete, that mostly meant my creative energy. Instead of being productive, I was passive and passionless consuming Netflix galore which allowed me to fill my head with stories, acting as a remedy to forget my own (at least for some time). A break from my life, my past and foremost my thoughts.

I lost a big part of me by losing my passions. As years passed, I tried filling the emptiness with going out, a lot of netflix, shopping as well as other time consuming activities. But none of them gave me the same joy as a true passion.

Having worked my way through countless successions of good and bad experiences and numerous doctor visits, I am finally in a mental state where I can revive fragments of who I used to be. I will never be the exact same as the little girl I left behind those many years ago, but then again, no one is. Once again being able to create enabled me to leave behind any gloom and doom trying to dim my mind. In some ways my passions acted as an antidote to depression.

The Brighter Light 

Having experienced profound misery during my depression I knew how it felt to survive without purpose and passion. I was a mere existence until I injected passion back into my life. Yet again, I was in a state of tranquility. My passions spark joy, the kind that makes you want to dance around in your living room to Fleetwood Mac. This time I am allowing myself to do so, because I know how important my passions are, and I will continue to celebrate and embrace them every day.

I would choose the one with them any day of the week.

So, whenever I get annoyed at myself for letting them distract me and take up my time from what I should be doing, I remind myself to embrace and appreciate my passions instead of blaming them. I know what life is like without passions, and I would choose the one with them any day of the week.

We have created Home of Passion as a space to celebrate the great diversity–  Passion! We are avid for sharing our journey along the way and if just one person gains something positive, or even just feels less alone because of this space, that is more than we could hope for.

It is our purpose to share personal experiences concerning our mental health and life in general, as well as having our friends share theirs too. It will be a safe space, home to all the stuff we wish we could have read when we were younger, and even still. It will be messy, and a bit all over the place, but who cares. Hopefully, It will evolve over time, and we hope you will tag along on this exciting journey of ours, and maybe it will become a part of yours as well.

About author: Laura anna wainer

 

I grew up in Denmark and had a very privileged upbringing. We lived in a beautiful house, I went to a lovely school, had free healthcare and traveled a lot. However I never felt right, I always felt like I didn’t fit in, never able to find my place and always a bit anxious and sad.

When I was fourteen my parents got divorced, which came with a lot of new struggles. At the time though i was too young to understand and know how to deal without. Instead i bottled it up and went into survival mode.

Fast forward to almost ten years later I was finally diagnosed with depression, PTSD and anxiety. I look forward to sharing my journey, my ups and downs and everything in between on Home of Passion. The world isn’t black and white and neither is my life.

Find me on instagram @ben10love

About author: Laura Anna Wainer

 

I grew up in Denmark and had a very privileged upbringing. We lived in a beautiful house, I went to a lovely school, had free healthcare and traveled a lot. However I never felt right, I always felt like I didn’t fit in, never able to find my place and always a bit anxious and sad.

When I was fourteen my parents got divorced, which came with a lot of new struggles. At the time though i was too young to understand and know how to deal without. Instead i bottled it up and went into survival mode.

Fast forward to almost ten years later I was finally diagnosed with depression, PTSD and anxiety. I look forward to sharing my journey, my ups and downs and everything in between on Home of Passion. The world isn’t black and white and neither is my life.

Find me on instagram @ben10love