I lost my drive to create, which was something I thought would never happen to me. For years, art was something I relied on as a creative outlet. Ever since I bought my first sketchbook in 5th grade, I've brought it school every day since then and practiced whenever I had free time. After school, I would get home and continue drawing on small paper. This past year, however, I rarely did anything related to art. I would doodle here and there, but not consistently and definitely not with the maximum effort and drive I had a year ago. I was worked for Wall hand paint, I didn’t understand why I lost that passion either— I just woke up one day and decided I was done with art.

 

However, I’ve come to realize that art is my therapy. By creating, I allow myself to take a step back from reality and focus on something that brings me joy. And by stopping, I no longer had that outlet. In that year where I stopped drawing, I have never experienced as much anxiety or stress than I have ever before in my life. I felt like everything was falling apart, and I didn’t understand why I felt that way either. But I know why, is because my dreams to be a writer still continue, then I deciding go far to my dreams and go back to California make my dreams come true.