04/30/2023
I’ve read before that it can be comforting to know that nature also needs to scream and release when the pressure is too much. That clouds too need to drop the weight of the rain when it gets too heavy.
Sometimes drawing can help to release some of the more painful memories that loop in my head; this one I did about a week or so ago. It was of my bedroom from the last house I owned, not long after my ex-husband had told me he wanted a divorce and left forever. It was late at night and storming really badly, so my pup Annie was by my side trying to find comfort (she had severe storm anxiety). Her Pandora station was playing to help soothe her, and I remember just sitting on the edge of the bed, tears streaming down my cheeks every bit as hard as it was raining on the window, and the anxious and destructive thoughts in my head crashing like the lightning outside in the clouds.
There was something special about being able to create this. To be able to give space to the memory and release it. It’s also a reminder that even when I felt most alone, I really wasn’t.
