As I now feel relatively confident that no one will stumble upon this that I do not wish to stumble upon it, I shall share some of the art from my sketchbooks.
Starting safe: one of the only “hopeful” pieces I’ve done. I was feeling broken but longing to hold onto some semblance of hope when I drew this and wrote the corresponding poem:
Though I may never again feel whole
May I have the patience and acceptance
to nurture the beauty that has been
sequestered beneath the surface
This one came after I started feeling unsettled by therapy. Haha, I do not like to confront my own emotions. So, I drew something that depicted how sometimes it feels like being pushed into a sea of emotion. A very tumultuous sea. But, in truth, my therapist never pushes me too far.
Ahh, this one I drew right after having this strange fragmented experience. It was the first time I had ever felt like I had a very real experience but then things that happened afterward made it seem like either the first experience wasn’t real or the ones I had after weren’t. Outside of the times right after waking up from nightmares and the few odd times when memories just sort of imposed themselves on me, I hadn’t ever questioned my reality before then.
The next one likely needs a trigger warning: sexual abuse, rape
No one has seen this one before… It speaks for itself…
I don’t even remember what inspired this one… space plays a frequent role in my art though; it’s my safe place.
This one isn’t in a sketchbook, it was done on Canvas. But, it fits the dark theme happening with the rest of my sharing. Haha so, this is what depression feels like sometimes. Being a nobody, haunted and tempted.