 I was really inspired by a class I took earlier this summer. In response to an assignment to create a visual set of instructions, I ended up making the first draft of a mini book about ways to prevent panic attacks. Showing my work to my professor and the small group of other students, I unexpectedly felt this huge weight coming off of me. I started thinking about how much of my day to day life is spent trying so hard to appear to be a mentally healthy person. For a really long time I've had this feeling that it's selfish for me to make art about this. After all, my experience isn't as bad as a lot of people who deal with depression and anxiety.  The thing that felt different in class was the crazy amount of positivity and support I felt. I started to think that maybe it's ok to tell my own story. Maybe it can even help other people. Maybe it would help me too. I took a little vacation last week and spent some time sketching. I didn't even really think about what I was drawing, but there's some stuff swirling around in my head that I think it's better to pin down on paper. In the hospital, I was told to keep a daily journal, but so far just writing down stuff been pretty uninspiring. I'm realizing I need to bring more of a sketchbook vibe into it, that's probably the only way i'll stay interested. I'm gonna keep making these sketches and see where they lead me.
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