An Artist With Anxiety

When I was younger, I thought that my night terrors were usual. I thought that my overactive imagination was a curse.

I thought I was abnormal and didn’t fit in anywhere. I didn’t know an artist lived with anxiety.

Once Upon A Time

I grew up with my mother and grandparents under the same roof. My mother was an artist, drawing and painting. My grandpa worked at a binding company for publishers. He would bring home many books that had small defaults in the paging, margins or didn’t make the mark. Believe me; we had priceless bookshelves!

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