When I reflect on the number of artists I know who suffer from mental health issues, and the unique stressors that come with our profession, the resources available to us and the awareness we have about public services feel meagre and insufficient.
I always planned for my coding and artistic work to stay separate. Coding would feed my bank account, while art would feed my soul. But, surprisingly, coding has influenced my art. It’s opening doors to worlds I never imagined entering.
You’d think it would be easy to at least see your destination on a mountain: your aim is to get to the top. But a lot of mountains have false peaks. Quite often, people will hike for hours to something they think is the top, only to discover that the true peak is higher.
Sadly, I feel that my writer colleagues who possess race privilege often engage in character origami: folding paper to and fro so it appears three dimensional when, in fact, it’s something that’s just plain flat.