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I am a thirty year old female artist. I survived 17 years of incest. I use this blog to post my artwork (which is in large part about my past) and also to talk about the process of my therapy, recovery from the trauma of the abuse I survived and what it
Recent Posts Tagged With 'healing. holding on and letting go.'
You are a survivor.
What where when why how... WHO?
It is raining here today. And that would be a good excuse to not go to therapy. It has been raining hard since I got up and I spent the morning doing things around the house while thinking: I DO NOT WANT TO GO TO THERAPY! It is cold! And raining! ...
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Here is the drawing I made in my art therapy group today.You can click the image to see it larger.Right now I feel like I want to climb under a rock and hide. ...
"Think of grief as a river"
"Think of grief as a river that finally runs into the ocean where it is absorbed but not dissolved, pebbles, moss, fish, twigs from the smallest upland stream run with it and finally float in the salt sea from which life emerged." -Anne Roiphe, Epilo...
Every piece. In the new light of my healing. *This post may be triggering.*
Yesterday I went back to my art therapy group- after two weeks of having not gone. It was good but the pieces I worked on were very painful. I like the other people in the group and I feel like I am able to make things there that I am not able to m...
Human wheel.
Today I had something kind of scary happen. Kind of... Ok... It was actually VERY scary. But I am fine and I got through it fine- so everything is ok. What happened is that I was writing (which I have been doing almost everyday) and then I suddenl...
Jessieh.
I Am Waiting by Lawrence Ferlinghetti I am waiting for my case to come up and I am waiting for a rebirth of wonder and I am waiting for someone to really discover America and wail and I am waiting for the discovery of a new sym...
militia
drawing.
Sometimes I cry out on the dance floor.
I have not written here since Thursday and I WANT to write something but my mind also feels like such a wild mix of thoughts... it is hard to know where to go with all of it. I guess that 'wild mix of thoughts' is my point though. I am struggling a...
On my bicycle near the airport. The past is history. I pedal on.
I have not written here in a few days. My last post was an image of my drawing from my art group therapy on Wednesday. Then I had my regular therapy with Dr. C on Thursday and then again on Friday. (Usually I have it on Monday's and Thursday's- but ...
Self portrait.
Poem for Jessieh. (from The Writer's Almanac)
The VCCA Fellows Visit the Holiness Baptist Church, Amherst, Virginia by Barbara Crooker We are the only light faces in a sea of mahogany,tobacco, almond, and this is not the only waywe are different. We've...
