A Creating Art post wherein I finally tackle the term ‘the wall of suck’ or self-sabotage and discuss my struggles with depression.
Georgiana had a dream about her brother and wakes up to the sound of the countryside. It’s peaceful. It’s foreign but somehow, this was ‘home’ for now.
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I knew I equated the loss of my art with loss of identity. And let you and me be honest. I balled. I cried so hard the night I found out, I almost thought there was nothing else for me.