NickLaw-Arts

For those of you who aren't aware, I've been suffering from depression for over a year now. Suddenly, everything lost its fun for me, and most of the time I feel only sadness and a great emptiness. A perennial feeling that my life has been a waste and that there is no hope for a better future. In fact, my only hope at the moment is to go to sleep and never more wake up. Sleeping is something I've been doing a lot of, by the way. It makes sense that depression would make me sleepy, after all, nothing else interests me, so there's no reason to stay awake. So, I hope you can understand that, at the moment, it's extremely difficult for me to be productive. Extremely difficult to make art. Everything I try to draw looks awful and mediocre. My sense of self-criticism is working at 300%. Whenever my mood allows, I do something on my comics project, but only by revising the script and making a few sketches. No new pages have been produced, which is why I've indefinitely paused the charges on

Well, I think I can already say that 2023 was a BAD year for me. Many things that could go wrong, did (thank you, Murphy's Law) and last night, the worst episode so far: I had a severe case of indigestion, and spent an eternity throwing up and feeling like I was going to die any second. I've never felt so bad in my life. I'm still trying to figure out what it was that upset my stomach, and my best suspect is the tranquilizer I was prescribed. I was incredibly (bad) lucky to be among those 1% who suffer severe adverse reactions to a medicine. Fantastic! But anyway, I'm getting better now. Still hydrating and feeding myself slowly, with small doses. Soon, I hope, I will be back at work.

I had decided not to talk about my problems anymore, but as I feel I owe some explanations to you who follow and support me, let's go... I've been feeling reasonably well in the last few weeks. Emotionally, I mean, because I had a very hard cold, followed by a cough that is still with me, although it is getting better every day. Last week I was feeling so well and inspired that I went back to work on the script of the new version of my comic and finally solved a problem I had in linking ATO 2 to ATO 3 of the story. This makes 13 extra pages. Whatever is needed for a good story, rather than just any story. Last week, however, was a bad one. As you may know, we lost John Romita (R.I.P.), a legend of comics. His wonderful drawings were an inspiration to me, as well as to countless other fans and fellow artists. I did not take this news well, and my depression hit hard again. I had three days of migraine headaches so bad they made me nauseous. And more nights of insomnia. Properly