This year so far has been one of the worst for me in terms of art. As I write this, I'm 4 months into a cycle of dissatisfaction and burnout with no end in sight. I'm extremely disappointed in myself for the weak turnout so far and I'm sorry.
I'm trying everything I can think of. Nothing looks right. I don't even know what direction I want to take with my style in anymore. The whole point of the change was to speed up my rendering for future DC chapters but I can't practice rendering when I can't even finish a draft. Nothing is going well.
On top of everthing else I've been breaking down every few weeks since December. It's not helping things. My chest hurts. Even the most minor inconveniences have sent me into fits of screaming these last few days. At this point I'm seriously considering the psych ward but I don't want to lose my job.
I'm also back on twitter because I don't know what I'm doing. Let's see how long that lasts I guess. Fuck this.