Another art work about my anxiety disorder struggle.
i’m afraid of the night , it means something come to an end , that time doesnt wait for me and it will soon take me away too.
sleeping is like dying , you losing control , and you’re simply enter another world , the world of dreams .
then why i am so afriad of it ? maybe death (when it time come of course)
is not bad i as think about it?
maybe there is an afterlife too , i tend to believe so.
because the end is a beginning of something new.
why im so sad to wake up to my tough reality?
maybe i just made myself believe its too hard ?
i know im the only one who can change it , i just need to be brave !