Postcards from the edge #3

Sketches from my breakdown

Nurses had taken away anything I could hurt myself with – iPhone cable, medication, razors.

But they didn’t take away my pen and sketchbook, or the negative self-talk.

I drew the blathering speech bubbles, above, to capture a sense of the insistence of the repetitive thoughts, churning in my head.

And I drew this imaginary map of my neural pathways to remind myself to steer clear of the black hole.

If you are feeling depressed, anxious, or at rock bottom – talk to somebody.

Get those thoughts out of your head and let some sun shine on them.

If you keep them to yourself they’ll fester.