Hey, I just want to say that your story is really, really damn relatable and validating. Ive also wrestled with the bullshit guilt of not having a job, (during a global plague) and while I know that ultimately my health is more important, that doesn't make the societal pressure to sell my labor go away. So I'm dealing with it all by using my time in quarantine unemployment to dive into hobbies I've always enjoyed on a surface level. Getting fucked up can only fill so much of a day, and is only fun for a while. Started sculpting, casting, painting and writing, first only little and more recently as an obsession. Sculpture especially competely absorbed me. It feels like it's own kind of fever now, losing track of time and world. When I sit down at the kitchen table, my hands instinctively reach for my knife and wax. I've assembled a strange pantheon of cosmic things, each carved out with a faster hand and quieter mind than the last. Frankly, it's the most compelling thing I've felt in a long time, and the rest of my life is slowly being drowned out and subsumed by the pouring and the cutting.

Anyway, I figure I may as well make some money from this obsessive thing I'll be doing no matter what, so I made an etsy page. It's not up yet, because until now I've just been too nervous about taking the next step, but something about how your experience has mirrored so much of mine makes the possibility of success real in my mind. The fear of failure is being eclipsed by the desire to see my stuff out in the world, which I'm sure you can relate to. So thanks for your story and the motivation. Also, it'd be really cool to see your stuff. Mind if I get a link in the DMs?