I can’t remember how long ago this account was created, but I do remember that I had stopped my photography and drawing since I graduated from university, back in 2014. I did do photography, as part of my job, but I didn’t do much creative work since the company had expert graphic designers. Over the next few years, I was forced to move back to my country (countries at conflict with each other). I began a new life and working again a year after my father passed away from pancreatic cancer. A poor decision, as I didn’t have time to grieve properly, nor did I use art to express and heal the wounds in my heart. Not too long after that, I had to quit my job due to unprofessional behavior at work, and was left traumatized and deeply depressed. I didn’t get much of the support I needed from those close to me, but those who are important (mostly friends, and only a handful of family members. This month, my sister pushed me to apply for art courses offered, and I found an institute that would not only evaluate my skills, but give me the steps I needed to refuel the burning desire I had in my heart before I had graduated from high-school: To become a professional comic artist and photographer. I’ve been doing art for as long as could remember and going back to what my inner child enjoyed was the healing and purpose my heart needed. Don’t get me wrong, I have kept God in my heart through all the suffering, and to have finally made it this far is a huge blessing on my part. I can only pray that those of you who aren’t going through difficult and painful situations to never give up, and to remember what makes your heart and soul happy. It will save you and revive you. The Other Twin*