Not knowing what to do and knowing that nothing you do is worth it. I try to be happy, I forget to accept myself as I am, I push myself to create, making me sleep worse every day. I feel anxious and in order to make this drawing I spent 3 days in bed without being able to paint. I am my worst slaver, but if I don't make art, what else can I do? If I don't draw my room, it eats me up and my future turns black. I accept myself and work on my breathing..