(This post was originally published on my Instagram account.)

Last week I was struggling with some self doubt. Nothing too major. I’ve certainly had worse bouts of low self esteem, but it was one of those times I was really aware of it, y’know?

It’s one thing to be critical of your work. But when those criticisms of my art turn into criticisms of myself, that’s when I know I’m in the danger zone.

Over the past year and a half, I’ve learned to distract myself when I start feeling low. Reading books has helped a ton. Playing video games helps, but they can be a frustrating time sink. Spending time with my family (especially getting out with my family) helps a lot, but if I’m feeling low I can be kind of a downer to be around. Which makes me even more bummed. 

Man, I hate depression.

It is what it is. I keep fighting and I keep learning. It’s a constant process of assessing and reassessing what works and what doesn’t.

But life is good. And art is good. And the future is looking bright. I am a depressed optimist. I never knew there could be such a thing, but there you go. 

Onward and upward!