Now, 2 1/2 years later, I no longer see that psychiatrist (or ANY psychiatrist, thank God) and I am starting again. This time I just want to put my art journaling out there. I have rediscovered my creative side in the last few years, remembering how much I enjoyed drawing and painting as a kid. I think that as I have invited God more fully into my life, I have come to embrace the artistic nature that I inherited from my mom. I am peeling back the layers of insecurity, shame, anger and depression to reveal more of the person I was supposed to be all along. My family, friends, and husband all deserve to know that person better. By the grace of God, art journaling is helping me do that.
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
I had a blog, once. Started it 5 years ago when I lived in Brazil. 5 YEARS ago, and deleted it in a rash of self preservation and embarrassment when my psychiatrist asked me why I felt the need to flaunt myself on the internet. Well, she didn't say flaunt, but that's what she meant, or at least, how it sounded.