This is an interpretation of a time of depression I had at one time.
Art has always been a lovely escape for me when depression weighed onto me. And then one day it didn’t fulfill my happiness like it did before, and it scared me to death. What was I going to do without my escape? Without my happiness? What would happen if the one thing that I could control to make me even a little bit happy wouldn’t work anymore?
It was awful and I felt terrible.
But as I said, I was patient and kept trying, taking a breather… Before long, my drawing was finally fulfilling that void once more, and I was so relieved I cried haha…
But the point is if you’re at a low spot in your life…be patient with yourself. Take the time to get to know yourself a little bit better and always know that the bad times will end. It may be an agonizing wait I get that… But if you’re just patient, try to appreciate those little things you cherish, things will always work out okay. You just gotta let the universe do it’s thing :3