Thoughts/babbling

First post in a while. Wether or not the long pause was intentional is difficult to say. I guess it just happened as a result of me going home on a holiday for three weeks, plus last week was rather stressful at work. But now I'm back, and ready for a new job. Finding anything new to write about isn't easy, especially if you're not a writer of any sort. In hindsight, I probably should've spread out the first posts more. So why didn't I?

Everytime I start doing something new I tend to overdo it and become bored by it or give up after a lack of progress, whatever comes first. My confidence, or absent of confidence, demands that I learn something quickly. Anything else and I feel like a failure. My logical sense in this is far from logical as I often compare myself to other people, disregarding their hard work to reach where they are Somehow I assume they're born with a talent. 

Furthermore, I start asking why it is so difficult to write anything new. I've had it quite difficult the last five or six years. Should have plenty to tell, right? Or maybe I've just felt sorry for myself and it might not've been all that bad? Or maybe it's something else. When you're depressed you don't live, you exist. You don't experience any highlights, life is just miserable. Therefore your ability to reflect and remember is more or less shut off. Nor do you want to be in the presence. All you want is time to pass so that you can go to bed. 

I'm still debating with myself how much I should put into this. What will make me more depressed; keep writing with few or no readers, or just say to myself that at least I tried and stop?