Tolerance Break Day 5 of 7

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was doing.It was the first time in a while anyone had tried to contact me on their initiative. It felt perfect to talk to an old friend. I rarely reach out because people have their challenges, but taking the time to chat with another was helpful.I could be honest and tell them I was isolating because of these thoughts. It was helpful to have someone else who has experienced the same issues make the first move. Though I’m still going through this episode, its negative feelings are less heavy today.Today is kind of slow at the job. I don’t mind it, and I have my sketchbook with me. I don’t feel as anxious waiting for calls, and the pressure I feel in my stomach and chest isn’t present for now.I’m a bit worried my brother has a shift today. Although his place of employment is following hygiene protocol, I’m still concerned. He only has a few more days, then he gets to be home safely.I think drawing during my enslaveme

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nt is slowly helping me cope with my isolation. I know creating art makes me feel human. I feel guilty when I don’t make any art, but I also find I rebuke my work even when trying to improve.I asked for critique on some figures studies I completed, but it’s becoming evident that I should attempt an online class when possible. I know my depression prevents me from doing that, but I also know that I need to connect with people the most when I feel this way.Writing posts and chatting can only do so much; I need verbal contact, no matter how much I dislike the thought. That terrifies me and all the more reason to try something different.I can’t keep avoiding others, no matter how much I wish to do so. I have to meet people.That thought made the pressure came back.Originally published at <a href="https://afropolymath.com/tolerance-break-day-5-of-7/">http://afropolymath.com</a> on March 18, 2021.</article></body>

— AfroPolymath

I had woken up at three-thirty this morning. Insomnia has been more prevalent even when going to bed earlier and stopping substance intake. I just laid on the floor scrolling through social media and news feed. I know it’s going to be one of those days.

I had a crying fit at work yesterday and posted about it on Illumination. The awareness of my position in society doesn’t help. Every day that I clock in is a reminder of my enslaved caste. However, a friend I had not seen since the pandemic started had reached out to me to check how I was doing.

It was the first time in a while anyone had tried to contact me on their initiative. It felt perfect to talk to an old friend. I rarely reach out because people have their challenges, but taking the time to chat with another was helpful.

I could be honest and tell them I was isolating because of these thoughts. It was helpful to have someone else who has experienced the same issues make the first move. Though I’m still going through this episode, its negative feelings are less heavy today.

Today is kind of slow at the job. I don’t mind it, and I have my sketchbook with me. I don’t feel as anxious waiting for calls, and the pressure I feel in my stomach and chest isn’t present for now.

I’m a bit worried my brother has a shift today. Although his place of employment is following hygiene protocol, I’m still concerned. He only has a few more days, then he gets to be home safely.

I think drawing during my enslavement is slowly helping me cope with my isolation. I know creating art makes me feel human. I feel guilty when I don’t make any art, but I also find I rebuke my work even when trying to improve.

I asked for critique on some figures studies I completed, but it’s becoming evident that I should attempt an online class when possible. I know my depression prevents me from doing that, but I also know that I need to connect with people the most when I feel this way.

Writing posts and chatting can only do so much; I need verbal contact, no matter how much I dislike the thought. That terrifies me and all the more reason to try something different.

I can’t keep avoiding others, no matter how much I wish to do so. I have to meet people.

That thought made the pressure came back.

Originally published at http://afropolymath.com on March 18, 2021.