Creativity is what I know best, and during some of my darkest times I turned to drawing.
While I love to write, I found sometimes words are just too challenging, or have the tendency to put things in a box.
I started to draw most days. Solely for me. Childlike doodles. For therapy. That way it didn't matter what I drew. Didn't matter how rubbish they were. How small. How dark. How offensive or bleak or uncomfortable, or even if it was just a line on the page. It was an expression. And as often as possible I just drew my day.
Sometimes words entwined.
I just had this feeling like if I didn't, and I had no-one else to talk to I might well implode!
Kate
Voiceless Grief
Longing
In The Well
There Is An Ache
Wishes
Inside Out
Summer 2
Trying To Put Down Roots
Breaking Point