Never in my life, I thought that I would hate drawing...
But it happened... I felt like, well, hard to explain, the feeling is, very heavy, I lost my will and i was trying to forget and bury that activity...
I thought at some point when drawing and designing become a stressful environment for me, so there was no feelings anymore, no passion anymore,
I wonder what went wrong?
It is depressing when you realize the thing you loved, has become something else, a burden.
I even scared to touch this account of mine.
I tried and I tried to get back but I couldn't. So i stop trying. Then just focusing on work but was not happy. I was empty.
I quit and took a long day off.
I stopped drawing and designing for quite long while (for me it feels very long).
And it was one of my down time, when my life with people around me was not good, relationship, friendship, social life and work was bad.
Was a bit stressed out, be sad most of the time, feeling lost, cry almost every night. Was not a good trip of my life.
I Spent the time for my own sake, I rekindled with my meditation (I was neglecting it), and then I fully engaged in my romance (I am now currently living together with my girlfriend, and the relationship is amazing) and building my own work (I work by myself now, freelancing). Finding friends that makes me become a better person, reconnect with my family (they live abroad).
Then when I am better, physically and mentally. I start slowly to get back, familiarize myself again one more with the feeling.
I am glad I managed to finish a drawing a few days ago, it feels, amazing. this is the love I have lost, but it returned to me.
I hope the universe will keep guiding us with light and love.
Keep fighting, don't lose hope, love is there, always.
Thank you for reading (if you did
and I hope your life is filled with love dear friends/
miss you all