(Voiceless- acrylic painting from high school)
PTSD memories are getting to be a bit overwhelming… Last night the thoughts of being in a bathroom with a lot of gore. Things these little eyes should never see…things these little ears should never hear. The scary movies were my childhood reality. Little girl became so incredibly traumatized she lost all her marbles. My insides are crawling with terror…
They said if I ever told… They would kill me
I fear if I was ever honest with myself it would be too much
I fear no one would believe me
The stories in my head are sur-real
There is nothing I can do right now except attempt to focus on the things that I love. I have found that making art provides the nessesary escape to sanity. It provides a voice for all the silence I have endured. With every stroke of the brush a word breaths. Truth escapes from my fingertips.
Creating is my sanity
When all else seems to fail
When the cracks become too deep
When the heart bleeds
With every memory breathed
Stay strong <3 You are not alone
