The French Wars of Religion (1562-1598) were a series of eight conflicts between Protestant and Catholic factions in France lasting 36 years, The fighting ended in 1598 when Henry of Navarre, who had converted to Catholicism in 1593, was proclaimed Henry IV of France and issued the Edict of Nantes, which granted substantial rights and freedoms to the Huguenots. However, Catholics continued to have a hostile opinion of Protestants in general and of Henry, and his assassination in 1610 triggered a fresh round of Huguenot rebellions in the 1620s.
Tensions had been rising between Protestants and Catholics since 1534 but the religious and political situation worsened after Henry II (r. 1547-1559) died from an injury. His son, Francois II (Francis II, r. 1559-1560), crowned king at the age of 15, had been married to Mary, Queen of Scots (l. 1542-1587) who was the niece of Francis, Duke of Guise (l. 1519-1563) and his brother Charles, Cardinal of Lorraine (l. 1524-1574). Although Francis II was of age to rule on his own, his mother, Catherine de ‘Medici (l. 1519-1589) encouraged the Guise brothers to assume control as Francis II was inexperienced and sickly.
The House of Guise, devoutly Catholic, then exercised the power behind the throne and were hostile to the efforts of the Huguenots (French Protestants) who were advancing their vision in France. In March 1560, a group of Huguenots tried to kidnap Francis II to remove him from the influence of the Guise brothers. The plot, known as the Amboise Conspiracy, was discovered and anyone thought to be involved, as well as over 1,000 other Huguenots, were executed. In retaliation, Huguenots began vandalizing Catholic churches and rising tensions led to the Massacre of Vassy in March of 1562, in which Catholics killed more Protestants, starting the first war.
Conflict continued, with periods of armed peace between hostilities, until 1598 when King Henry IV, recognizing that France would never accept a Protestant king, converted to Catholicism (allegedly, with the famous line, “Paris is well worth a Mass”). His Edict of Nantes (1598), granting rights to Protestants in France while maintaining Catholic sovereignty, ended the French Wars of Religion (which had cost approximately 4 million lives) but did not address the underlying tensions which continued to erupt throughout the next century.
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ennui/self-esteem/depression griping
this is probably "just depression talking" but sometimes it feels like everyday i become a more boring person and my life becomes more drained of meaning. when i think about how much of my time is just sitting in the pod and eating the bugs, it makes me want to scream sometimes. so much of my time is just drifting on the internet in my apartment or playing some stupid forgettable video game (or frustrating myself playing hours of competitive vidya). i used to try to engage with film more actively and i used to try to read regularly and learn about shit, now im lucky if my attention span is intact enough for a full feature film, and regularly reading sounds like a pipe dream. my hunger for creative writing has been fizzled for the last 1.5 year, i have maybe 20 pages on an active project in that whole time that i have no idea how to tackle. its been a long time since i edited and honed my older materials, also.its like the things that both kept me feeling connected to the world and also that made me more interesting to other people are rotting away. and dont even get me started on lack of access to my friends or to any kind of communal sense (something ive griped about on here ad nauseam). its funny that the cliche is that people use being newly single as a time of self improvement and exploration, because ive found it actually just adds another mental burden to my life. being on the apps gives just one more avenue to be addicted to the internet and to my phone (especially since ive started getting more matches, i see now how the dopamine hit keeps people on those things), and there's also just the distracting mental stress of uncertainty about how or whether im gonna meet new people in that way. and both the apps/trying to make a point of going out to meet people other ways is a time and effort sink.
idk i just feel like a boring person and like the world is just getting more and more dim and colorless and painful and miserable.
I've had some times where I felt pretty similar to this and indeed, looking at the first paragraph I see that you do some writing but are stuck. I can't offer big solutions but I don't struggle with this stuff so much these days and it's because I kept writing. Writer's block is just depression, and it helped me to channel the angst and the frustration and the desire for a better way of living into some more writing until suddenly I was still writing while not suffering so much from these things.
And tbh if the problem is scrolling and being unable to sink into tasks, I can also say that my strategy was not to stop these things cold turkey and replace them with "good" activities, like fixing your diet. Dopamine detox stuff sounds logical but I don't think too much dopamine is the problem, it's too little. I found that if I'd managed to really engage my brain and do something mentally challenging and/or important at least once, those leisure activities became satisfactory again because I could make the case to myself that I'd done something worthwhile and deserve my little treat. It's basically what it means to not be alienated from your labor tbh, like at the end of the day the guilt and self hatred just can't speak louder than a story you told all by yourself.
you know i never thought about it this way, but i think this is actually true a lot more often than its not
Since writing relies so much on intrinsic motivation, you end up pretty much being guided by what seems cool, compelling, appealing, etc
Depression has a way of just making you find nothing cool or compelling or appealing so you end up having no way to choose between the infinite number of creative choices you are faced with each time you write another sentence, and boom, writer's block.
At least this is what I've found when it comes to creative writing, whereas things like nonfiction or agitprop at least provide you with a structure to follow (sometimes) through the anhedonia