The desire to draw is usually absent in the lead up to a depressive episode. Its absence is accompanied by a vague, but pervading sense of anxiety about its absence. As if I am fearful that the desire might not return. It also induces frustration. I become frantic in the search for some meaningful inspiration. Despondent about all my previous attempts. A sense of futility starts to creep. And before you know it, Ive been dumped by a ten footer and Im washed up on the beach.