This is where I begin again
Art by me — not perfect, but made with all my heart.
Hi, I’m Teresa. I’ve always lived in my own world. I never had real friends — not even one. But I had my imaginary ones: my OCs. They were there when no one else was. They held me together when I was falling apart. They saved me more times than I can count.
I live with depression, cyclothymia, and social anxiety. For years, I told myself I wasn’t good enough to draw. That I should just write stories — and leave the art to “real artists.” But how can I grow if I never let myself start again?
So here I am. Starting over. Drawing again. Not perfect. Just honest. And if you’ve ever needed a made-up world to survive the real one... Maybe we’re not so different after all.
