I thought I had managed to solve my problems, Mostly psychological. But every time I come back to it. I can't get out of it and I can't find a solution. I can't feel good and I can't represent the things I like anymore. I feel empty and not even forcing myself to move forward. I plan to stop. For how long? I don't know. I really enjoy drawing huge characters but I realize how small and insignificant I really am. I can't make friends, I can't connect with people. I listened, insisted and tried to move forward as best I could.
I failed again this time and the weight of this failure is something that crushes me.
I am very sorry that I was not able to publish something but I think I will disappear for a while