.
How do you
overcome this feeling of inadequacy
like the kind where you can visibly see everyone surpassing you and yoinking opportunities that you could only dream of
and even though life sucks and and is taking just as many jabs at them as it does you
they still shine he brightest and are rewarded for it?
I feel like I've had much of my happiness smothered by misfortune and the throes of trauma for years now. I haven't had it together for over 4 of them. I've had very little desire to draw and anytime I try I'm met with a mindset instilled into me that it's not productive if it garners no results (because I was told this from a family member). I've wanted art to be my job, but I've been given no opportunity to delve myself into it like I once had. Instead of drawing with my free time, I did nothing because of the amount of unavoidable distractions and borderline evictions living with family.
I wanna draw for myself again. I wanna be HAPPY with my output again. But I am trapped by this urgency to make something of myself and this crippling voice that says it's worthless and pointless and isn't productive and I'm paralyzed into doing nothing as a result.
I'm horrible at making connections because I just
cannot
find ways to make them. I don't watch much for media, I don't play games like I used to because it feels like more of a waste of my time like my drawing has. I just don't know how to talk to people to make connections.
I have just been. Physically. Unable to enjoy myself. Because Everything in my head tells me it's the worst thing I could ever be doing and that I should be ashamed.
And yet I am so undoubtedly burnt out. From what I should be doing. That I can't even muster any amount of positivity to make myself marketable. I can't just ignore it and be happy and whimsical like everyone else. I feel like I can only acknowledge it and feel constant, paralyzing dread. And I simply do not know how to get around it.
I am so very, horrifically, unabashedly unhappy that I have no idea what to do with myself.
I'm jobless, my money's run out, I'm likely to lose my car if I can't pay insurance, and I have been otherwise unsuccessful at being marketable or spreading my advertisements elsewhere to gain any traction. The same thing that happened the last time I faced with near eviction.
I've never wanted to crumple to the ground in a haphazard heap and do nothing more than I do now.









