I felt like the only thing people cared about me was art and otherwise my life would end be short and meaningless which is sad and I was lying to myself to a degree. I had medical issues with my left hand at the time and I lost sight of any possibility for a future for myself.
Honestly I was lonely and scared when I first took on the hobby and it may have honestly kept me online when I could've otherwise been enjoying college life and a lot of time with people I could've been better friends with but I was too scared and timid and intimidated.
For a long time I've used art as an outlet and drawing in general, I love the emotion you can get out of making a piece but also having my friends get a smile on their face even if it was just a bad sketch. For a long time it felt like that was the point for me to fit in.