A long time ago, I had a nervous breakdown and was so unwell that I had to leave work over it.
I started to take up drawing as an emotional outlet. I wasn't really that good at it, but it added a bit of joy to my traumatic, soulless life.
One day, I drew something that I was actually really proud of. I was so excited for the first time in months that my drawings were getting better, and in my joy, I posted a picture of it here to share and explained my situation.
A lot of posters laughed at my drawing, mocked it, told me it was shit, told me not to give up the day job (I know it's just a saying, but seeing as I explained that I had to leave my job due to mental illness, this seemed particularly cruel).
One particular poster's words have always stuck by me all these years (paraphrasing): "by all means, continue to draw if it makes you feel better but don't kid yourself that you're any good at it or expect us to tell you your 'art' is nice when it's shite'.
It was the last time I ever drew, and I threw out all my sketch books after that.