It’s another night in Racoon city and I feel the zombie inside me starting to pour out.
All my insecurities and my fears take turns lining up in the showroom of my mind.
“You’re not good enough.”
“You’ll never make it.”
“They’re all better than you.”
Yet somehow I muster up the strength to fight back.
“I deserve success”
“I am talented, I am creative.”
“I can do it.”
And the voices quiet down and I let it all go.
I find balance, I can breath again.
I grab the pencil, and the day begins.