Rewind back to 2010, I was alone. I had lost everything. I’m not going into major details, but lets just say that any divorce can be messy. I had no job, the bank was coming to repo my red Chevy Cobalt 2dr sport, I had lost my house, left a lot of things behind in another state, and was living back in my old bedroom at my parents house that seemed no bigger than a somewhat wealthy person’s bathroom. It’s small, trust me.
As some may know from first hand experience, depression can be hard, at the time I wasn’t sure how I was going to make it. I remember I drank a lot, I mean A LOT. I can remember getting into some drunken argument with my dad and walking all the way to the convenience store in broad daylight that was about 2 miles away, then walking back home holding a fresh pack of cigarettes. Probably lucky I didn’t get a public intox charge that day. I had to make a choice. Either keep feeling sorry for myself, hurting myself, or do what I had to do to get back on my feet. My kids needed me to get strong again. I needed to love myself again.
This is about the time where my creativity had saved me. I started getting back into writing and art. I actually wrote a book called “Seekers of the Jelile Scrolls”. I think at the time, it gave me something to keep my mind off of some of the crazy stuff that was going on in my life. This is the turning point of things. You see, me becoming an artist was but wasn’t an accident. I had always loved drawing. I would actually get into trouble several occasions when I was young for doodling.
As I wrote the book, I got towards the end drafting the final chapter. I began to think how I was going to make the cover. I always heard books are judged by their covers. I ended up making the cover with a free program that I still use today. I started working on a second follow up novel, but the more I wrote, the more I wanted to draw. It’s like an itch that you need to scratch.
Fast forward to today. I’m now making and illustrating a card game called “The 10th War”. My drawings never looked like this at first, heck, everything was so foreign, I learned by making mistakes. During that time, I did get pretty frustrated and quit drawing, thinking I wasn’t good enough, or cut out to even be trying to make art. Getting tons of rejection didn’t help either. I guess it was more of a break, because I never seemed to quit. I kept on, and for some reason, I wanted to make a game.
I created The 10th War in late 2014. I had been working on it for a good while, worked out the bugs, and design flaws. I look at the progression today and believe that I have achieved the success I was looking for. I may never sell tons of my game, but I have overcome a lot of obstacles to get where I am. With hard work and help, I regained everything back that I had lost nearly 5 years ago. I believe that art helped me not only get back up on my feet, but it helped me get some focus on something other than the past.