When you’re sick and you think you might be getting bad news, it’s amazing what you can convince yourself not to do. Truly amazing.
I talked to A. about this last night, in pain and teary-eyed, and he said, super gently, “Stop putting your life on hold. There’s no reason for you to stop drawing, to stop creating.”
What a freaking revelation, seriously. I think I’ve been actively denying myself my normal coping mechanisms (drawing, writing, talking to long-distance pals) because I’ve been all, “Oh, I’ll just wait until after I get my diagnosis.” Don’t ask me why this made/makes sense, because I just don’t know.
So, yep. Gonna try to keep holding myself accountable and responsible for my actions and not writing everything off just because I’m a sicky. Feel free to hold me to that.
(Above: Itty-bitty linocuts I did a coupla months ago. Pen, scissors, glue: holy trinity of zinesters everywhere.)