Artstruggle Stories

They ask her what she fears most, and she says "heights." But the truth lives quieter- in the dust on her brushes, the fading fire in her hands, and the art that no longer feels like hers. Between the weight of chores, the pull of duty, and the ache of a dream slipping away, this is her confession.

Just some problems I've had and other art people have \_(•~•)_/