I draw feathers as a coping skill to help battle anxiety and PTSD.
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I still use my artwork every day with the kids at work but also in my every day life when my depression or anxiety is acting up. It's a way to relieve my stress and cope.
I am thankful that my art can be used show how it can feel, to maybe help others to understand in some small way what those of us with mental illness can experience.
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.