This week has been a very hard one, and I've done no artwork at all.
That feeling of being haunted remains, and it's very powerful. And with it is a feeling like childhood fear. I find myself staring at things: a tiny leaf caught in a cobweb being blown by the wind; a dripping faucet, and the sound of each droplet deafening. I almost slept with the light on the other night.
I haven't dealt with any real strong depression in a long time, but I'm dealing with it now, and I'm dealing with things that are trying my sanity.
A beautiful part of myself is missing.
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