I'm a two bit hack of an artist who constantly wants to get better but the energy it takes to draw is monumental. I either lose three days of myself to drawing in a frenzy of finally having energy, or tap slowly to manage any writing, and even then I don't feel satisfied. This is not as good as I can be, I am not on a plateau, and yet here I am being held in place by disability and I can't blame anyone but myself even if it's unrealistic. "Not improving? Not getting things done? Totally my fault, I'm worthless."