Yuuki appeared at the door moments later, in half the time it should have taken her driving that car across town.
“Ok, before we go out,” Sophia stated. I thought for a second, I’m about to get a lecture. “Yuuki, take the rollers out of your hair.”
“Fine, for the record though, I was going to take them out as we got there.”
“That would mean you’re taking them out while driving.” I answered finding myself outside after standing in the door way for a few minutes.
“What can I say? I’m defining what they actually mean by multitasking.” Yuuki said flinching as Sophia took it upon herself to sort Yuuki’s hair out.
“Yeah and highlighting another high car crash scenario.” I mumbled climbing into the back of the car. I had to avoid empty sweet packet mountain and the statue of the Chinese waving cat, which is actually seat belted, in the driver’s side passenger seat.
“Yuuki, next time, take the chicken feathers out before you put the rollers in!” Sophia scolded.
Inner Child (2017)- I finished CBT (Cognitive behavioural therapy) Last week, one of the things mentioned was that emotionally, I’m still a child. I held onto the hope of someone telling me in my childhood that, “Everything is ok,” For so long, I haven’t grown up properly, hence one of the reasons I have Borderline personality disorder. This piece was to show that no matter what the make up, there is still that piece of me that is anxious when it comes to people because I’m worried about what they will say or do. I can hide behind the make up, pretend to be brave but in the end the part of me that experienced the emotional abuse growing up is still there and is sensitive to that around me.
Mercy tree (2017)
When it comes to mental health issues, time seems like an important thing. An episode of Mania, depression and/or psychosis, can last for days, weeks or even months, the ticking of the clock can get annoying waiting for the episode to pass. You can hope that the episode will go as fast as possible but the truth is, it will last as long as it wants too. Telling someone to, “Get over it,” Never works. Each cog on the tree represents a day. You need to wait, till each cog has fallen for the clocks to stop again before the sky becomes clear blue again.
“What’s wrong honey?” My mum called as I slammed the door shut and leant against it. Of course, the annoying trait of, ‘Act like nothing happened,’ Appears, the argument yesterday can’t be brought back up.
“Nothing.” I squeaked, wondering how I’m going to explain the missing bag and grazed hands.
I’m not fit enough to run all the way back home. I had to slow to a walk a few… Like eight… Minutes back and got my breath back and heart rate down. Scarcely, after my nerves had calmed, the doorbell rang
Was it that man?
Or worse that dog?
Ok, I’m over thinking it, how can a dog ring the doorbell?
I peeked out of the eyehole in the door, something I never do. No one is there.
Cautiously I cracked open the door, on the doorstep unexpectedly stood my satchel.
“Who is it?” My mum asked walking into the hall, just as I snatched up my bag.
If you’ve been stuck in a situation long enough, you can feel trapped in it. However, once you get out, there then comes the task of having to fix yourself. Like if you’re abused by someone, it can take time trying to get out of it but then there is the task of fixing the emotional scars.
CBT (2017) – I’m coming to the end of my CBT (Cognitive Behavioural Therapy) and it’s probably the number one asked question is, “What have you learned?” Most of the time my mind is too either slow or busy to come up with a real answer. So, to make my therapist happy, I made this..
Cage on the Ground (2017)
Inspired by the Flyleaf Song Cage on the Ground. The song really speaks to me, as to me personally it talks about the cage we all are stuck in but we do have a chance to escape it and break out of this control society has on us
As I have mentioned in my artwork and explanations, I have various mental health conditions. I’m actually happy to announce my story on Bipolar and one of my artworks has been published on The Guardian Website 🙂
Fanart- Ellen Schreiber’s Vampire Kisses Valentine fan art competition
Around February Author Ellen Schreiber announced a fan art competition for her manga/book series Vampire Kisses as a major fan of the books I decided to have a go… I was one of the 2 winners and won a signed book and book mark 🙂
Sorry it’s taken a while (A long while) to update this. As usual, if you want to read the prologue and the first 3 chapters keep scrolling down or click on the writing section above, hopefully you’ll find yourself there…
Sophia decided to leave after her exam leaving me with Yuuki at lunch.
“It was a dark and stormy night,” The all too familiar girl next to me said in an eerie voice as she worked on trying to create a new story. I could tell in her voice she actually wished it were a dark and stormy night. Unfortunately for her, it’s midday and the weather forecast for the next few hours is said to be clear skies.
“Stop kidding yourself, Yuuki,” I sighed. Yuuki, even with her over optimistic view on things, I had to keep her around. She’s the girl who latched onto me in playgroup, after she was found hiding in the freezer. Turns out that was a common thing with her, she was attracted to the cold. The rest of the small children’s minds put it down to her being Japanese.
“Now that’s why you failed art class that time. You have no imagination.”
3 times a day, 7 days a week (2016)
One of the things about having Chronic Illnesses is the amount of medication you can be stuck with. This is some of the empty blister packets I have and decided to use. The clocks symbolise the times of day to take my tablets and the flowers are there because sometimes the medication doesn’t work and the only thing you have going is positive thinking and hope
Ribs and heart (2017)
I haven’t done oil painting in a while. The feeling of anxiety had been gripping me that week. The feeling like something was tightening my chest was there. My first thought was to draw a hand squeezing a heart, but as I painted it progressed into flowers and vines flowing down the ribs.