I've tried to let my voice be heard numerous times.
Each attempt would fail terribly.
Gradually, my voice became small.
My hope became fragile.
I gave myself so many new beginnings only to get hurt in the end.
I obsessed and fussed and cried over getting my work out in the world, because deep down I didn't feel heard. I wanted people to see me.
And it hurt when no one did.
My passions became a chore. Drawing no longer felt fun, and writing no longer excited me.
I just wanted people...