Coping

I've had a few nervous breakdowns in my day.

I've had a few episodes of absolute despair.

After I stopped crying, I picked myself up.

I realized that nothing was nearly as bad as my brain was telling me it was.

My brain, my negative self-talks, the stories that I convinced myself were true...

They were probably only, like, 12 percent true.

I'm a firm believer that our own brain is our worst enemy.

And I don't have to be as serious about myself as I've been in the past.

To move forward, I decided to draw. I totally suck.


But I'm taking the opportunity to let myself just be utterly terrible at something.


And have a laugh at myself while I do it.


-C McG