Early onset dementia and PTSD

That's great. I am no artist. Just felt I need an outlet. PTSD gets in the way of writing. My hands shaking wrecks photos. So art. Going to paint this drawing when the room in ready.It's called PTSD (all stuff is symbolic to me). Let me know what you think.
 

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I think you're on to something. Some interesting concepts going on.
 
Each line represents a year that the dark stole the light. Hope that last years low is my last. It's like the bugs raiding a garden. They may have a right to live but they don't have to eat up the best and too much.
 
That's great. I am no artist. Just felt I need an outlet. PTSD gets in the way of writing. My hands shaking wrecks photos. So art. Going to paint this drawing when the room in ready.It's called PTSD (all stuff is symbolic to me). Let me know what you think.

Is the left side the storm of your PTSD and the right the calm?
That's my interpretation of a nice drawing.
Maybe it's me! Lol
 
Oh wow thank you. You got it. I am so flattered. This disease needs us to express ourselves and share those expressions. Growing the cannabis and sharing that is an outpouring that is so surprising to me. This family has a whole positive affect. Cool
 
Oh wow thank you. You got it. I am so flattered. This disease needs us to express ourselves and share those expressions. Growing the cannabis and sharing that is an outpouring that is so surprising to me. This family has a whole positive affect. Cool
If I were to draw something, it would have a tornado in my head at time's. Lol
 
Hey got an idea. How about "The Quell in My Head" theme. Sticking with the cannabis 420 theme. A before and after type thing. We don't want the powers that be to think we are off topic.
 
I'll join the "Dysfunctional family" party!
My parents loved booze and trips to Reno. :idea:
 
Get that. I wrote a poem/song/rap whatever called "The H*** In My Head". My kids loved it. That's their Mom. Draw it out and then share, please.

Your drawing was so accurate, what are your lyrics to your song?
 
The beginning is about my family growing up.
Moms at the table, coffee cup is at her hands. We all just got home from school.
No hello. No how are you, how was your day. It's all just the hell in my head.
She starts that same old sh** yelling about Dad. The guy ain't even home.
Was she going all day while no one was here? She save it all up to kill my ears? Oh it's all just the hell in my head.

Goes on about the fights the alcohol abuse. Then the hubby and my created hell.
I'm sure you get it.
Mom was schizophrenic dry alcoholic etc. Dad was passive aggressive alcoholic. Oldest born. In 49 and me at 62. Oh the 60s good times
 
Thank you for sharing, Newfun. When we are placed in those types of situations it leaves a mark. We believe stuff that isn't normal is normal because it's our normal. Takes us years or decades to unlearn and then relearn. We often fall into patterns of repetition. We have to learn to forgive ourselves for things that were never our fault to begin with. And the things that were "our fault" by default because we were adults we have to learn that even then we didn't know better and did the best we could and we did grow and learn and now is the time to forgive ourselves for things that weren't our fault and to finally heal. And if they were our fault? We still need to forgive ourselves so we can finally heal. When our all isn't enough? Forgive it. There is healing in forgiving - letting go of the guilt, that of our own making or manufactured by others. The anger. Been there. Been consumed by it. And for good reason, I felt that way. Took me a long while to get it under control, not that it will ever fully leave. But I am now the master of me. Still learning to master myself, though. Praying and sending good vibes your way.
 
Can't sleep. Saw people were up too. I got my Walmart order done Neem, Safer caterpillar BT and a scale got free delivery. Love it.
Thanks your always wise words. That's the crap I am working on with my counselor. I liken it to my mountain of sh*t . Sometimes I shovel a teaspoon sometimes more. Try not to add to it. If I am really blessed I pick 1 thing to work on and a whole bunch washes away. Took me a long time to realize my older siblings that I looked up to and emulated were as damaged as me. Duh
 
May the blessings of each new day bring us all the gifts of forgiveness, the ability to learn and love. Maybe it's corny but caring for these plants, triumphs and failures, reassures me that I am a good person that deserves good things.
Now to kill those f*cking caterpillar/worm. I am nice but not stupid. Lol
 
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