Depression is Hard: Picking up the Brush

Art, Depression

I started out writing a post that was funny. But I don’t feel funny right now and being inauthentic doesn’t feel right either. Everything feels too hard, because my depression has me in a vice grip. I feel like there’s a corset of mental illness wrapping around me, keeping me from breathing in all the […]

March 22, 2018

The Big, Scary First Post: Exposure.

Art, Depression

It took a pack of Crayola oil pastels to get me to see how severe my depression really was. There’s a tale that comes with that, but I’ll start with some backstory so you have a general idea of who I am and how I got here. I’m 33 years old and I can finally […]

January 29, 2018