The Passion of Diventia (Patreon)

Good afternoon my dears. I hope you are doing well this day. Recently I have been very sick, most likely with a cold. Unable to leave the bed as much as I wish to. My mind has been on many things, but there was a dream that followed me, or perhaps even a nightmare. So I made an illustration of it which you can download at your leisure!

Some people will come to me in private messages and talk about many things. Now and again I have been asked how I endure. How do I endure depression? How do I keep on going when everything inside myself tells me to do nothing at all? This dream I had...this terrible dream is my little reminder from a thing that knows so very intimately about that struggle.

How do I endure..? I must endure. When I rub my temples, when I sigh into my hands and feel the weight on my chest, the cold and numb tingling in my fingers..I see everything horrible that I can become. That every single one of us can become when we willingly give in to impulse, and abandon our emotions for something far more..concealing.

When I see these things..when I can hear every word and witness every action, I can feel the tears running down my cheeks because this world does not deserve it. No heart deserves to be broken, no dream turned to hushed whispers. Whatever pain there is..it must turn away inside me. It must not be the one that speaks and endures. Whatever anger, whatever bitterness..must serve beneath patience and empathy.

So as I sigh into my hands and remove them, there is a smile somewhere deep down inside all those terrible feelings. Waiting to return and remind others there is hope, not hate.