Ivan Turns His Face to the Wall, ink, 2015
Nothing like some Russian literature to cheer you up.
"And he ceased crying, but turning his face to the wall continued to ponder on the same question: Why, and for what purpose, is there all this horror? But however much he pondered he found no answer. And whenever the thought occurred to him, as it often did, that it all resulted from his not having lived as he ought to have done, he at once recalled the correctness of his whole life and dismissed so strange an idea."
-Leo Tolstoy, The Death of Ivan Ilych