Tuesday, 13 November 2018
How Art Helps Me To Live With Depression
The symbol of progress.
This time last year I was slowly shutting down from the world. I was counting the days until my last work commitment in early December. I was emotionally exhausted, unwell, I wanted the world to stop turning. I shut my doors in December and sank into a very dark stressful period of time. Over 6 months I struggled to sleep, I barely left the house and then I'd only be out of the house for under an hour. I barely spoke to anyone. I was in pain. I had panic attacks on a daily basis and I avoided everything.
This morning I ran out of PVA glue, I left the house, got a bus, went in a couple of shops, sat in a cafe, got a bus home. I felt unwell and I'm still in pain due to waiting for gallbladder surgery. BUT... emotionally I'm strong again. The panic attacks have stopped and I no longer overthink everything.
This is a huge turn around for me. And gives me hope that things are really on the right track.
It wasn't until I got home that I realised I left the house without even thinking about it. I just put my coat on and went. And it's actually been years since I've able to do that.
Art is amazing. I needed PVA glue to continue with my projects. The need to be creative managed to override my anxiety.
There is hope.
Darkness does fade.
Be kind to yourself.
Monochrome layered landscape in watercolour. Angie Hewitt