Dealing With Anxiety

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That is when, I fell apart. Like an unwounded ball of yarn, I felt like my life was slowly unraveling, little by litle, longing for an end. Dealing with anxiety was never easy for me. I always felt like I was never living up to my fullest potential or that I was a disgrace to everyone around me. Sadly, my artwork is always a victim of my anxiety. I was never comfortable receiving criticism or critiques solely around my artwork. Every word that came from my instructor’s mouth felt like needles striking at my hands, punishing me for creating such pitiful work. One day however, the needles stopped. Instead of pain inducing, the words that I receives were suddenly inspiring. They inspired me to keep pushing forward, to conquer any obstacle and move to the next. These words, the ones that made my artwork even better than it was before, originated from my art classroom, where I was drawing two faces. It was senior year, and I was determined to try something new. I’ve never done an ink wash painting before, so, being my senior year, I decided to explore this new medium. Along with trying this new medium, I wanted to improve my skill of …show more content…
It was always, “that face is too wide”, or “the nose seems a little bit off”. After weeks of critique, after critique, I finally broke down. Tears started to roll down my face and onto my paper, blurring my vision and my hope of finally conquering facial figures. It was when my instructor comforted me when I could see again. I was able to see the path again, leading me to my goal. Every critique suddenly turned into a guide that lead me towards my goal. Every tear stain left on my paper gave me a reason to keep moving forward. To not fail. To not give in. Not on my senior year, the last chance that I have to leave my mark on my school before making it again elsewhere. I wiped my eyes with my sleeve, picked up my pencil, and went back to