AN ANATOMY OF MY ELECTION DEPRESSION
I found my mental health take a steady decline weeks before the actual election and am now trying to understand and piece together what happened and why.
I am many things. I am a visitor on this planet earth only passing through waiting for my return ride.
I am an artist, writer, advocate, philosopher, loner and lover to name a few. I am blown away by the power of the universe teeming with life and adventure and when it speaks to me I listen.
Things I love the most are animals and art for without them life would not be worth living.
Growing up in a religious cult, feeling betrayed and abandoned I began to write maintaining my sanity. Writing became all I owned without being dismantled and manipulated as the rest of my life. Able to express what I was feeling without permission and repercussions writing became addicting.
I look back when I first put pen to paper, emotional turmoil and raw pain filled every page. Driven by my own army of demons I am challenged every day of my life trying not to look over my shoulder in fear.
As every year passes, I wait for the moment when the chains that choke and connect me to the darkest hours are severed.
Life, a mosaic of tiny pieces held together by only grout is my reality. Complicated yet fragile, I struggle to maintain a clear view by steeping back now and then to see how much the pattern has changed knowing more pieces have fallen away, I continue to write.