Adorned (avoidant attachment and psych ward animation)
If this is love I don’t want to be loved.
If this is love I don’t want to be loved.
Within the mere mention or actual admission of hospitalizations it always triggers the worst panic attack episodes in me.
I pace along my waiting but it doesn’t soothe me as nearly as much I’d prayed it would.
The nurses laugh as they ignore me. Like it’s some fun performance to them. It’s hilarious until I fall.
It’s their game. It’s their game I’m forced to play.
(Long post)
So title, I’m new here and I was hoping to get some constructive criticism on my channel and get some advice.
I’ve been at it for 6 months now, posting somewhat regularly (as animation allows), I use music that’s popular within the genre of what I’m going for (creepy, nostalgic weirdcore/traumacore aesthetic songs)
But I’m unhappy with the amount of views I get per video. I know views aren’t everything, but it saddens me working so hard on a single animation and not even get 100 views. I’m more successful on Reddit if anything.
As well as, how do you even be a successful animator on YouTube in general? I’m a niche ish artist I’d argue, my topics are severely venty “comfort the disturb and severely disturb the comfortable”. I talk medical/religious trauma/SI/SH within my work. I’m sure that scares people away, but, it’s also impossible for me to make animations every single week.
I make absolutely every (besides the music but I reverb/remix with multiple songs) by scratch and it’s painstakingly. I don’t mean to complain. I just want to be able to share my animation story because it’s not just random vents- it’s an overarching story.
I feel like it’s all for nothing. I animate for myself, but I want others to see what I’m doing. Is my art/videos even good? Or is it a confusing mess?
TLDR; I’m a mental health horror artist that wants to learn how to board my audience and are my videos even worth anything?
“私もそうです” — “So Do I.”
The treatment never worked, The hospitalizations never worked
The nurses, the administered meds, the endless days walking along hospital halls, the prodding, the isolation,
Tying me down to a bed, injections, Haldol, Geodon, Zyprexa, Valium.
None of it worked, as I remain just as sick as I was during admission.
So Pierce me once more.
Maybe if I’m quiet and never sing again.. they’ll be my friends forever