I go up and down with emotions. One day I'm happy; the next I'm depressed and want to shrivel up. It's crippling and tiring. And I feel like I can't talk about it to anyone, because everyone is busy and I don't want to be a burden to anyone.
I chose to not have children, but after my mom's passing I think about it more (even though I still stand firm beside my decision), because it's now just me and my dad. I have no offspring - and this makes me feel so alone. These feeling are expected, but it still sucks.
Yes, I have other family members and friends, but it isn't the same.
Drawing is my creative outlet and my passion, and my depression is getting in the way of wanting to do something I love. Drawing is the only thing I have that is mine, and mine alone.
Who knows? I may feel fine in the next fucking hour because I shift my mindset a little or something distracts me.
