I think I'm just struggling to still feel useful. I can't due much anymore due to disabilities I've accumulated from a bout of Transverse Myelitis and the MS.

So much of our self esteem is tied up in our sense of purpose and what we can do for others, and I can't do very much anymore, even my brain doesn't work right anymore. So I guess I paint because I like having hope that someday if I ever get good enough I can still have something I can give to others that they would like.