I started playing music in 2007 and I wrote this whilst in the depths of a mental break down.
My diagnosis was scary but had a sense of relief. I was not alone. Other people live with the same mental illness that I do. Truth: I just replaced suffer with the word live.
I found solace and built confidence in accepting who I am, and surrounding myself with individuals who looked at me the same way that I looked at myself, for who I am.
This face art I did was a tribute to my mother who also has depression and anxiety. Her description to me was 1/4 a face happy, 1/4 sad, 1/4 courage, 1/4 fear.
Is this what a doctor feels like when they "did everything they could" to save someone's life and ultimately lose them? But what more could I have done, really? What more can anyone do when someone sees death as the only solution to a life of pain? We can’t control someone else’s actions. We can’t “fix” anyone else, no matter how hard we might try. I know that I did everything in my power to support her. But I still feel like a helpless six-year-old fatherless child all over again.