This is a strange blog for me to create. I am a writer, not an artist. I paint the world as I see it with words. Drawing for me is all stick figures and scribbles a five year-old could do better.
But as much as words are my lifeblood, I do concede imagery can sometimes better capture a feeling or moment. This is particularly true when writing about a well-explored topic like depression. There are only so many descriptive words before you start retreading the imagery of another writer.
In my own personal journey with depression, I have found the words stop where the feeling begins. No amount of pretty prose can capture the storm that blows through me at times. But drawing and imagining pictures has helped give form to the formless. And, with a shape, I have been better able to explain, understand and begin to heal my internal landscapes.
Every journey is highly personal and I do not for a moment proclaim there are any right or wrong ways to perceive depression. Yet there are certain commonalities and I believe art is one way to draw these out.
In doing so on this blog, I hope people will sense a connection where they may have otherwise felt isolated in their experience. If I achieve this with just one person, then the effort will have been worth it. This is why I have chosen to enter the blogosphere.