Feeling rubbed out

I've always struggled to take my place in the world, to have my voice heard or to take up space. It feels like everytime I feel emboldened to make my mark, but then it gets rubbed out. But, by what? By whom? At the minute it feels like social media is about who can shout the loudest, the 24-hour news reel overwhelms with endless problems with no solutions and living within the ideology of capitalism means how I want to try to live my life becomes subsumed within advertising and being pushed to purchase, or that any small attempts to be part of the will to look after the planet are like trying to empty the ocean with a teaspoon. On the worst days this makes me feel like I can't make my voice heard above the din. On good days I feel like the marks I'm making are a way to be a small calm presence in the world, a way to claim my space and be a small cog that isn't swallowed up or consumed. Creativity is my way of living in a counter-cultural way, my way of saying I don't want to be part of this noise. #dycp #anxiety #mentalhealthjourney #artandmentalhealth #artandanxiety