An odd post about anxiety, depression, self-doubt, etc.
I always saw this stuff as cracks in my skin that ooze this viscous, black, somewhat reflective substance that also starts leaking from the eyes and mouth. It’s vivid and horrible stuff with how it clings to your clothes even after the situation passed or how it stains your skin with the crack lines and you can’t wash it off. It smells even worse though, almost like the pungent odor of a decaying corpse left in the baking sun. I imagine the corpse I smell is myself, rotting after I had made the mistake and took my life, though I know wouldn't end up exactly how they are...
This stuff is extremely vivid to me and is part of my recurring nightmares that inspired the first sketch I made for the blog change. Part of it is the substance that leaks out in cases me in a cocoon that I emerge from looking like a monster I've seen staking me when I don't take my medication. Maybe I'll sketch that one day.