Personally for me when I'm sexually and mentally stimulated I write better and more often. I need the euphoria of something new to stimulate my creative juices.
I've had a "dark" personality since my early years in school, which my poems and stories found in my deceased parents belongings from that time have recently shown me. The thing is, I'm a rational "Spock" kind of individual, so experience and analysis mean something. I recognize the darkness when it descends, but also know it will pass, given time and patience. As we age and live with bouts of depression, we come to recognize that the frightening uncertainty in the darkness is what spirals into more depression. Our sightline to a brighter day becomes the key to weathering through it. If left abandoned on a raft, afloat in a limitless sea, the sight of a distant shore is everything. That said, plenty of writers have been victims of depression: Hemingway, Poe, Dickens. Maybe it's something in the genes of a writer who needs to write. Or maybe it's the result of the frustration of story and words that infest the imagination and then refuse to spill onto the page with the same color and light. Knowing it will pass is the key for me. Waiting for it to pass is torture.
