Creating art keeps me sober

As of late, the creative process has been very exciting. Many things inspire me, and other creatives do as well. I’ve recently begun to live for myself rather than for the opinions of others. That may sound easy to some, but the life I had curated was built on false pretenses. Those false pretenses paid me very handsomely.

So now what? Do I keep the façade to make a paycheck and live a dream built by someone else—or do I pave a new path built for myself? Let’s say this doesn’t work out. Fuck it. What’s a life worth if you’re not truly living at all?

A false life can sometimes lead to unhealthy coping mechanisms like alcohol, marijuana, sexual deviance, and gambling. Now that I’ve chosen to be as true to myself as possible, my dependency on these substances has dropped tremendously. I’ve been working on my personal project a lot more, and I can finally see a roadmap that I’m genuinely happy with.