But of course the fact it was all so hard is part of what made things better. It forced me into therapy for a while, for one. It forced me to rethink what making art meant in my life. It forced me to reevaluate some ideas that I’d never questioned about who we all are and what it all means. Because things were so overwhelming, I had no choice but to accept some help. And then I found out that letting people help you isn’t so bad. It’s definitely the kind of thing you can get used to.
