My life has been filled with more ups and downs than I can possibly count. In junior high I began my struggle with Depression and Anxiety. I had absolutely no idea then that this was something that would follow me into my adult life, then it was just my angsty reality. Although this isn’t a post about Depression and Anxiety specifically, it is a integral piece of my story and I have a strong belief that one’s whole story is important to their journey. I don’t really want this post to be an entire book, so I will just touch on a few important parts. For the better part of my teenage years, art was my way of managing those highs and lows. In junior high it was basic drawings and writing poetry. In high school and college it became mainly painting, but I would do absolutely any kind of art I could get my hands on. I would paint every surface I could including by not limited to: old wood from my dad, canvas, paper, and the walls of my bedroom.
I would eat and breathe art. It was how I dealt with the pieces of my life and the emotions that came along with them. However that all changed in 2009. That year was a really big year. I lost about 8 people that I loved within those 12 months. In March or April, I had an adverse reaction to the medication Zoloft, which resulted in developing a condition called Functional Myoclonus where my body would twitch constantly. In September, I married my best friend at 18 and a month later he left for Basic Training. By the time Fall rolled around, I was so emotionally tired and instead of running to art as I had for so many years before, I ran away.