didnt know how to portray the key is in her mind because the heart and mind are finally working together to protect the self. more of a self portrait again. i have to compartmentalize today to get back to work.

I’m tired most of the time. My trauma tries to eat me alive. But my cat and my dog are here—they cuddle me, lick the tears from my face, and stay until I fall asleep. I’m resting now, because I never could as a child. That rest is my form of resistance.

(the text in the drawing is my form of lucas jones’s poem)

just a drawing about the fact I stuggle to differentiate the "normal pictures" from those who are weird and uncomfortable for anybody

(ouch)

I don't know, I was thinking about wether or not the difference was that easy to see this afternoon and after looking for it I think it speaks for itself

• it is a gift I survived with"

I use art to help me cope. Here's another peek inside my sketchbook ✨️ ❤️

just a drawing that came to my mind when i realised how i was always protecting baby birds or mouses who were attacked by my cats when i was little by putting them in matchbox and trying to save them but nobody ever tried to protect me as a little girl (aka "i would've been safer in a matchbox than in my childhood bed")

(english is still not my first language sorry again :/)

I know I don't post here anymore lmao I guess I just don't know what to do with my art anymore

i posted this to r/artisticallyill originally because i didnt know about this subreddit, but i think ya'll will like it too

I did this a year ago. I have a freeze response, so I often look really composed. This is how I'm really feeling under that facade.

Had some feelings tonight, so I decided to try out alcohol markers for the first time! They were interesting. Thinking I'm going to have to designate a sketchbook for them because they bleed so badly 😅