I was working hard, really hard! Working late, thinking about work, dreaming about work, worrying, suddenly it all mattered far too much. I became 1 in 4.
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’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.
Why do we seek validation from others? Try to prove a point to the naysayers who judged us? I’m switching the ratio around. I NEED to do things for me!
I’ve been so busy being well, I’ve forgotten how I got there. I’ve been falling down a dark hole, losing balance. It’s time to reassess and adjust my life.
I cannot see past this. The pain overwhelms me. Is recovery real? How long does it take? Is it even possible? How will I know what recovery looks like?