In psychiatric hospital, I felt worthless. I had lost a clear sense of who I am, what I have done with my life, and what I can do with the time left to me – however long that might be.
Gradually I came to see that I have been given a talent for writing and drawing, and that it would be very ungrateful to undervalue those talents, such as they are.
I determined to make writing and drawing my central focus. Not only by doing it, but also by teaching. This drawing is of a woman who took part on a residential writing retreat I ran soon afterwards.
I was struck by her concentration, and the pleasure she took from something that she also plainly found difficult at times. I made a drawing, about writing. I hope it might inspire you to use your talents.