Is it better to be frustrated with your artwork rather than give up completely on it?
The one thing besides my antidepressants that I have at close reach that keeps me from slipping off the tracks is my art.
But when my pen graces virgin paper- I feel like I am destroying, wasting time, and really just doodling like a fucking eight year old.
There is a reason I do not allow people to see my sketch books.
It’s like a weather report of how much my depression is affecting me.
Right now its cold, damp, and sleeting sideways, with a risk of insomnia, self-doubt, and struggle.
Jesus, I’m miserable.