Shades of Grey
Where to begin… My life is not my own… once again. Just one more thing. A big thing. It takes over in the morning and propels me into deep sadness. Overwhelming anxious thoughts. Feelings of lack of control flood through my mind. I realize I have so little strength. I wonder how I can fight with the evil. I don’t feel mean. I don’t feel angry, just scared… stuck… hurt… alone. What does it all mean?
Its the Little Things That Count
So, I took on a children’s book illustration class only to basically miss the entire semester due to mono. But before I got sick I wrote a poem for my book. I have most of the illustrations done, though not in color. But maybe someday I will post them. Basically, it starts with a little red purse on the cover. Then the first page is a sketch of a little girl with curly hair and sitting with her chin in her hand. She invites you to come through different rooms in her house to find her special little toys. Anyway, here is the poem…