Motherhood Quote by Chantal Kreviazuk

There’s a casual bluntness in Kreviazuk’s “Of course” that does a lot of work: it treats depression not as a dramatic plot point, but as a recurring weather system. The line “I would just sleep to escape” lands because it refuses the romantic myth of the tortured artist. Sleep isn’t inspiration or self-care here; it’s hiding. The body becomes the simplest exit ramp when your life feels too loud to stay awake for.

The most revealing tension is interpersonal. Her mother’s worry is the external meter of what’s happening internally, a quiet reminder that artistic ambition doesn’t only cost the person pursuing it. It recruits family into the anxiety economy: someone has to watch the watcher.

Then comes the sharp pivot: she isn’t scared of failing at music; she’s scared of being it. “Being a musician or artist” reads like an identity verdict, not a job description. That fear carries subtext about class and legitimacy: the suspicion that “artist” is a label you claim and then have to defend against rent, against skepticism, against the charge of self-indulgence. The trailing “or whatever you want to call it” is both armor and preemptive concession, a way of shrinking the dream so it can’t be mocked.

In cultural context, it’s an anti-glamour origin story: artistry as a panic-inducing leap into instability, where escapism isn’t hedonism but survival, and naming yourself is the first risk.