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I've thought of something.

If I were a therapist, what I would say to me at this point is:

Tavie,
(I would want any therapist to call me Tavie, or it wouldn't work)

why don't you try this. Draw something every day. Don't show it to anyone. Don't do it for anyone but yourself. If you start despairing that you're not any good, push past it and keep on drawing until it goes away. Draw anything. Do it every day.

And it made me begin to understand art therapy. I imagine a bunch of self-obsessed depressives at long tables with butcher paper spread out before us, humming nervously to ourselves, clutching crayons in our hands, thinking, "Okay, I'm not M.C. Escher. Okay, I'm not Wendy Pini. I'm not Maxfield Parrish. I'm not Daniel Clowes. But look, I made this mark myself. It's pretty. Look, I made another. Art, art, art. Look at me being expressive. How expressive I am!"

Mmm, therapy fantasies. That's got to be a step in the right direction.

I am going to bed now.

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