I used to draw every day. All day. It made me feel alive. It made me feel like god. I don’t want friends or family close by, because I love drawing so much, its all I want to give my attention to.
I have such severe overuse injuries that my drawing abilities are compromised. I can’t hold a pen or pencil the same. I was revered for my skill. Now I my work looks like that of a bumbling fool’s.
I don’t want to exist without that skill in my life. It doesn’t feel worth it.
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Understandable.
Many things I enjoyed doing have been stripped away from me for various reasons.
My life is so empty now.
Do you have any other forms of art you enjoy too? Is the injury permanent?