Im just an artist.

I have been working, living, existing on 4-5 hours of sleep every night. You know when you have a rough night sleep and feel like shit the next day? Times this by 365 nights, that’s where i’m at.

I have exhausted every remedy under the sun to no avail, bypassed countless doctors and specialists who dismiss my words when I say “I don’t sleep, please help me.” It’s been 2 months and still no response from a sleep psychiatrists receptionist, and I still don’t have an appointment.

It’s been very hard, depression is starting to sink, mainly because I feel a loneliness where people, friends, doctors and colleagues don’t understand the severity of it or don’t show they give a damn when it’s a serious problem for me. Hearing them talk about things and problems that pass feels toxic, and the small talk is killing me. Friends and family do not understand that every day it’s a struggle for me to connect, where i’m now become tired and disengaged, living as a shell of myself yet still showing up every day.