A Creating Art post wherein I finally tackle the term ‘the wall of suck’ or self-sabotage and discuss my struggles with depression.
I was in doubt and I rode it out all on my own. And maybe that’s the really scary part- the inability to run to someone for help.
Often, I wonder if my imagination is vast enough but then when I look at my creative bank account, it is filled with millions of dreams- adventures and characters only my sleeping self could create.
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