I'm looking for a little comfort and willing to offer some. My life isn't that bad, just drifting out of control. I feel bad complaining about it. Yet, I feel bad anyway.
My main concern is my realization that I will never be successful at my chosen career (artist), unless, possibly, after my death. It's just the circumstances and the way things are in the art business. I can't be part of the New York World.
My other issues are abandonment and low self-esteem.
I've been in therapy for years. Take anti-depressants. Have a good marriage and a basically secure life. I hit a rough patch when I went through menopause and had a hysterectomy (due to cysts) 3 years ago. I've gained weight and been self-medicating with food and alcohol. Hence the impending misery.
This is a pretty bleak picture but its the truth.
My main concern is my realization that I will never be successful at my chosen career (artist), unless, possibly, after my death. It's just the circumstances and the way things are in the art business. I can't be part of the New York World.
My other issues are abandonment and low self-esteem.
I've been in therapy for years. Take anti-depressants. Have a good marriage and a basically secure life. I hit a rough patch when I went through menopause and had a hysterectomy (due to cysts) 3 years ago. I've gained weight and been self-medicating with food and alcohol. Hence the impending misery.
This is a pretty bleak picture but its the truth.