So, it's been a long while since I posted drawings. I guess I'm back now. Don't know why, must be life's many challenges. I had some stuff to deal with two months ago. Religion and family conflicts regarding my psychology career, precisely. So, I've been into this mind hole, digging my way out, and my only light wasn't human, but pencil and paper. I needed to express my everything and drew my way out of depression, by saying that I was something, that I had potential in at least something. But there's this debate I can't seem to defend or take positions: Drawing as a mindfullness therapy: as the entertainment it used to be, or drawing to please others, to get compliments and heal inferiority wounds that I got from the ghost school.