Art saves me daily.

This is why I live and breath art, it saves me from myself daily.

I don't draw events from my life. But I do draw emotions ,struggle and fears. Usually they are the ones I cant explain.

It is a interesting process to start drawing your fears and shadows in a way that lets your intuition lead you. It usually ends up to me understanding myself better. Its a fucking tragedy to face facts. I hate that shit. But after all I guess the people who told me that I cant live in constant escapism were right. Uhg, hate to admit that.

And now that Im more aligned than ever I am comfortable with sitting with my feelings and problems.

Im not running away from anything anymore. Dare I say Im quite in touch with reality and I have created one that I do love. I get to fufill my creativity every damn day. Life is good. I just wish my body , nervous system would realisethat aswell. Until then Im grateful to have a tool like drawing to vomit my problems to a blanc piece of paper. Birthing something to life out of thin air.