Last month my husband and I took a walk by Kambah pool and here are a few photos I took. (We turned around when we got to the nudie part of the area. A little too awkward for me.)
This is what the anxiety I had today felt like. Often it comes without a cause I can determine. I gave it a form, and a colour, acknowledged it and moved on.
As I am journeying along navigating what it means to actually have depression, and also feeling the wonderful effects of the antidepressants so far, I am making an effort to create art again.
It has been months and months since I have created anything at all as motivation for anything was dwindling. I was trying hard to make sure that the basics were taken care of first.
I am not ashamed of the depression, and have no fear in saying that is apart of my life. It does not mean I am a selfish person and it does not mean my faith in God is too weak. I will give small updates on my progress, hopefully with more drawings. I wasn’t sure if my blog was going to end up something where I write about my personal life again, but I feel drawn to do so.
Endurance through drought. Vibrant perfection. Spiritual awakening. Depression.