With all of the work put in, shouldn’t success be evident? If there were any talent, wouldn’t it catch on? Am I to give up? Throw in the towel and just accept defeat?

Just the thought of giving up makes my heart and soul shatter apart. Not only is my identity wrapped up within writing and art, my worth is too. So if I don’t have this, what is the point?

I must keep trying. I must not give up. I am worth fighting for!

…but am I? What have I done? Does who I am mean that I must suffer? Is despair where I belong? The notes in my tired heart tell me to give up. Perhaps there’s an end to the pain.

But what happens if perseverance does have a reward? Will I have given up too much? Or too soon?

Or am I just suffering with no hope on the horizon?

Selina

Author’s Note: spirals are awful! Thankfully they don’t last forever, but they feel as though they do within the moment. Whenever I find myself locked within one, I turn to art. It seems to quiet the noise.
Do you have something that helps you?
Selina