I’m caught in a trap where if I don’t portray my depression, I’m not really depressed. But if I express sadness, I should stop feeling sorry for myself.
I have discovered the healing power of drawing. I’m here today through my recovery journey using drawing. Drawing saved my life. Now I want to teach others.
I don’t mind the harsh truths about life. I actually embrace them. I’m much better prepared to handle things when I have at least an idea of what to expect.
A lot of people wonder what depression is like. It can be hard to explain, especially when you’re not in its depths. You almost forget how bad it feels.
I’m on the up! It’s taken strength, determination, love for myself, and a certain popular figure who has made me smile. I’ve started to believe in myself.