Do, you want to talk about it? Or maybe try to put it in words?

I draw based off feelings I have and became accustomed to the vast sea of negativity in my mind, the change of being medicated and no longer having that muse is abrupt. I feel lost and unable to convey the weight in my heart with the lack of inspiration, yet at the same time I feel overly positive within these doses. Its just a shell around me, keeping the unresolved issues within. It feels like Im in a timeout of sorts. Eventually Ill have to find a new muse I suppose.

That...sounds like hell. Geeze, The fact you're coping with it. Is just...amazing