There was a time when i stopped drawing. I didn't care to hold a pencil for a year. I stopped because my mind told me to give up. That i suck at drawing. I didn't know any techniques or methods at that moment. I had a thought that my works were crap.
One day i met an old friend. He was an artist. I told him that i had given up at drawing and there's no way that i will improve. He said maybe i think i suck because i have no one to share an art with me. My friend told me to join a group, an art club. That i will learn a lot from them. I followed him and joined the group. For a month, i realized that my friend was right. I did learn a lot. I practiced with them every week. My skills drastically improved. I compared my drawings before and there was a complete difference in my art. I thank them for all the help that they gave me. They saved me.