my drawings

I started getting into drawing when I was about 11years old after my grandad died from lung cancer and humonia. When he died i got really depressed and started cutting ( still do and I don't know who to talk to because my family don't understand) as he was the only one I trusted fully to talk to and to show my drawings to. I'm starting to trust again and talk to a couple of people when I feel low like my nan , mum and dad e an some of my teachers. Before grandad died i use to be really happy i would always go outside, talk  to everyone and always be out of my room but now I'm depressed, don't really talk to anyone and always stay in my room and the only way to escape my reality is when I'm drawing. When I put a pen or pencil on a piece of paper it's like my mind will take over and control my hand and when I come back to reality i see this terrible picture. I don't really give my self praise and compliments that's why I say my drawings are terrible while others think there amazing please let me know what you think about them and if you want to know anything about me💝