I was an art student in college for five years, and had to drop out due to being unable to finish any of my work (I have a bad case of being manic-depressive, so I get awful mood swings). I dropped out two years ago, and couldn't even pick up a pencil without breaking down. Two days ago, I got enough courage to draw something. It's terrible and unfinished, but I couldn't care less; IMMD just knowing I can still work past my breakdowns.