When I first started I was incredibly intimidated. So much so that I continuously put off working on it. Had I not put it off, I would not have had it around when I needed it more than anything else. In the end it became a coping mechanism - a way for me to deal with my father's illness. I pushed everyone else away as I clung to my sketchbook, embracing art as my only form of comfort.
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