Art has always been my way of escape and also rejoining life when I did not think I wanted .I am now painting my world with colours that are much more authentic and true to myself .My old path has been walked over and over trying what seems like forever ,searching for the path were I feel confident walking it alone.My diagnosis at more times then not has left me feeling isolated and found myself spending the first half of my life thinking societies lack of compassion education or fear was because I did not mix or blend I kept bi-polar tucked very far away …that was a lot of work I many times would look at my work ( so much started but never completed ) hide myself and my work away knowing I could not be proud of something I most likely would not complete or felt sad and confused that what created the complete ones would be a constant reminder that although manias are bliss and my creativity IS me I always knew my illness would take it away as fast as it would give it back.I am adding all of my new work I realize just how much healthier and balanced I am due to proper meds ,hard work,tears anger and acceptance but most of all finally having a grasp that I am okay .I lived.most of my life out the bubble ( the world ) always floating around it believing I will never get in.A few years ago I had done what I am doing now if I had finished I would have hidden my poetry because I would feel exposed and removing it would deny me of knowing where I was and where I am.I feel excited about life and what is up ahead in my path.So many creative people suffer alone a lot speak through their work.We must always in our most desperate darkest moments reach deep inside ourselves and do whatever it takes to stop the fall and keep living.

  • Age: 51
  • Joined: August 2009
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