I never considered myself to be an artist, but I always gave myself a bit more credit than that in my imagination.
The past 6 months or so have been quite strenuous; lots of emotional distress, anxiety, stress, and drama. I feel that all my creative juices have evaporated. It may or may not be true since I haven't really sat down and approached anything artistically, but maybe I'll try my best and make time to do it. I feel that my recent change in lifestyle has caused so much stress and no way out. I completely had forgotten of my escape which was primarily writing, music, and well, that sums it up. I've also been kind of neglecting music in the sense that I haven't been listening to it as much, though that's going to change very soon. Writing all this down reminds me of the things that I need to do in order to bring peace and comfort in my mind. Too many buzzes and uneasy feelings have overwhelmed me for too long now. Let's just hope that art and music in their most pure and beautiful forms, will continue to stay in my life.