for the record, I'm okay. or at least I am now.
(and I warn you, this is a little personal.)

In recent years, I went through a really bad cycle of depression and anxiety that made things... difficult.
I was diagnosed with an anxiety disorder and I just.
I would just be afraid. For no reason. And I could never turn it off.
I'd feel like the only way to make it stop is start crying. And more than once, I'd get off work and just break down in my car.
because I wanted it to stop, so fucking badly, all I wanted was to stop feeling this way.
and I'd beat myself up for it.
I never treated myself well with this problem and I'd often just make myself feel worse and get majorly depressed over it.

Nowadays I try to be nicer to myself in my head. I don't beat myself up so hard whenever I get attacks or if I just need a moment to calm down.
or to do a vent-art session, which is where this came from.

It's not anything too immaculately artistic or great, but I can remember the way I felt when I was drawing it.
holds a certain amount of value to me.