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.