This is another page in the dictionary of BRIGHT-side. Showing the feeling of helplessness to a foreign parasite that is still your own body. Not even full removal of the uterus and fallopian tubes could be considered a cure because the tissue can exist outside and still cling multiple organs together.
This was a request, as I cannot even have this, and was made with their input throughout the process.
I drew this to process years of chronic isolation, varying forms of abuse, and psychological pain. I’m safe, but these feelings still live inside of me
Within the mere mention or actual admission of hospitalizations it always triggers the worst panic attack episodes in me.
I pace along my waiting but it doesn’t soothe me as nearly as much I’d prayed it would.
The nurses laugh as they ignore me. Like it’s some fun performance to them. It’s hilarious until I fall.
It’s their game. It’s their game I’m forced to play.
Procession (oil on canvas) & Cuneiform (charcoal on paper)
Im better now but when this was made i was in a dark place, still am, just not tk that degree
i just got back into drawing and did a very personal piece. i was 14 when it happened. 3 days after my birthday.
I have cptsd, MDD, general anxiety, panic disorder, adhd, and most likely autism. I get frequent panic attacks and anxiety attacks, one of the most effective things for me is to make myself make art, whatever I can. Here are some.
I hate the fact that I've written all over my walls. It's embarrassing to have people over. If I could go back and keep myself from doing it, I would. It looks like an insane asylum.