My one way of coping in life has been through art. Early in my art hobby, I decided to start gathering local artists and we made sort of a collective but loosely defined. I put on a show in an art gallery, a barber shop, held paint battles and meet and greets but last year felt like the group was more focused on the needs of the individual than of the group and creating opportunities for people other than themselves. I felt heartbroken and disenchanted and stepped away for a few months but never fully shut down the project.
I gained a new friend late last year - they also put on shows featuring art and music in the past. We were just friends until I said, of course, why don't we organize something together. I found the venue but they came with me to meet the owner. I made the posters, did the write ups for marketing including the press release, started budgeting for advertising, put out calls to artists and they asked some friends if they'd come play the show. They were supposed to make two small posters in the past four weeks and in the last week, email performers they didn't have a friendship with and create a set list to notify everyone. I went to their house and created a new illustration, uploaded it and designed a poster in the time it took them to print off an image someone else created. I asked for a set list for the past week and they keep saying they'll do it but they don't.
I'm doing this show to make money to save for my future living situation. Right now I'm splitting the profits with them and I think that's asinine. The whole thing has given me serious anxiety - now I have to confront my friend and ask them to step back from their responsibilities because they're not getting done and then an awkward conversation that they don't deserve half of the profits.
I know, I never should've went into "business" with a friend but it's an art show not a corporation and I thought people would do their job because they volunteered for the jobs.
I'm not going to take it personal because I really just want money and I will put on a good show as I have already generated great interest in it. Still doesn't help my anxiety though.
Hello. My name is nina. If you're reading this, thank you. My parents were separated when i was around 5 years old, but we still lived together because my mother wanted to make me happy and she thought that a dramatic change at that age would hurt me emotionally. Around 2009 my parents were officially divorced, but i never knew why until my mom told me a little bit about it when i was around...
I've had anxiety since I was old enough to talk, and the moment that I was put into any situation that caused me even a little anxiety, I just wanted nothing to do with it. I start feeling physically ill when I get too much anxiety, and my mind races around trying to find a coping mechanism. Sometimes I can't then I have a mild panic attack, but they use to be a lot worse before I started working...