I’m having an end-of-year existential crisis/mental breakdown but I’m okay. Or at least I’ll be okay once my migraine clears up. It’s not that unusual to have such moments—in order to function and succeed, we often put “the crazy” in a box, the box in a closet, the closet in a house at the end of a road far away from everything, well kept and organized, hidden and secret, forgotten, untouched—but the crazy is hardly bothered because it knows that a single match can undo the box, the house, and the whole lot. So a little housekeeping is required to keep the crazy stuffed in its box and stashed away. I take it out from time to time to hold and examine it, making sure it hasn’t grown or gotten worse, I fiddle with it awhile and even do battle with it, and then stow it back so I can return to “normal”. That’s just how it is. You can’t live with your crazy out in the open at all times, but you can’t leave it in storage forever either. Art helps. Writing also. I’m not in therapy but I’m extremely self-aware, and I usually get through emotional crises fairly unscathed. I have so much work to do! So I go crazy, recover, and then go back to work.
P. S. Sparkles is heavy and I need to pee! 😹
#mentalhealth #selfcare #selflove #selfaware #catmom #catsofinstagram #furbaby #sketchbook #sketching #art #365project #charcoal #iphonography #vscox #vsco