Damned If I Do

From September 2024: The past few months have been a constant struggle of stress, anxiety, and exhaustion. My body issues hit new lows, I want to sequester myself indoors, and grey days are all too common again. I beat myself up constantly if I'm not producing something EVERY. DAMN. DAY. None of which lends itself to creativity and is just a recipe in frustration.

I've been seeing a very good therapist, and finally something shook loose. For the first time in forever I've been able to sit down, make art, and enjoy it regardless of the finished product. It was challenging to bite past my body image crap and crank out a self portrait, but as ever I deal with shitty things by poking fun at them and I don't hate the end result.