As said before, this blog is nothing more than a diary, a place where I can disconect. So on the personal stage, I draw. I draw and sometimes I write little notes, thoughts ect ect on the side, over it or whatever.
Yesterday I sudently had a bad feeling. The feeling you get when someone punshes you and you kind of loose your breath. I felt like I've lost my talent. I hate writing talent. But my skills I have, the level of skills. Haha, ohh, how I hate to write something that can be taken as braging. Ok, the point is, I felt really lonely, really depressed at one point. And all this feelings came to me in just five to ten minutes. But if I sudently woke up one day without remembering how to write, I would start to cry, because drawing is my therapy. I love to draw. It's my passion. And my way to express myself. It would be terrible if I loss it.
So what I did when this panic was over, I grabbed my sketchingpad and a pencil and a drew. I swear, I was so afraid that the feeling would be right. But no, I drew, and I couldn't understand how the lines became things. So I drew, and drew and drew, and my drawing conditioning is not as good as it used to be. So gotta sit down more with my thoughts.
After I drew a coupple of things I felt so relieved. Like I was ok again, all the bad thoughts I had in that moment just disappeared as the lines were drawn.