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194 eyes, originally uploaded by sekhmet17. I don’t know much about this artist. The Flickr profile reads, “Jodie A. Currie is a Canadian who seeks healing from clinical depression, social anxiety, and complex post-traumatic stress through art therapy.” See more work at deviantART. I’m really intrigued with these drawings. When I first started using craft [...]
I have been a bit lost since I finished my Promise of Pills series. It didn’t help that we moved across the country to a place I didn’t want to go. (The Air Force gave us orders to England and cancelled them. They replaced England with Oklahoma–I cried for 3 days.) The truth of my [...]
My pill demons have been exorcised. Either that or I’m tired f embroidering pills. I feel great about what I’ve created. With this series, I am finally able to call myself an artist without sarcasm and self depreciation. I am because I do. For those of you following along at home, here is my artist’s [...]
I grew up thinking that my grades and school conduct were my “permanent record.” Not so. My permanent record is my medical record. In 1993, someone decided that I had Bipolar Disorder. That diagnosis followed me for over 10 years. I never believed it, but every mental health care professional who treated me did, so [...]
Some of the search terms that lead readers here are heartbreaking. If you are searching for comfort from loneliness, cutting addiction, fear of prozac, help for pain…I hope you’re finding some hope here. I am always available though email: alexcateye@msn.com. (I want to give you a chance to talk, even if it’s just to a [...]
Wellbutrin is a strange little pill. It looks like a happy piece of candy. It gives me bizarre nightmares like it’s coated in sugar and hallucinogenic drugs. Still, happy is happy. Wellbutrin is still part of the cocktail I take every day. I have no ill feelings, only appreciation. Wellbutrin makes Montana winters possible for [...]
I don’t think of my years of medication as bad years. Medications can be confusing. Side effects are irritating. Drowsiness sometimes feels like chemical restraints–a straight jacket in a bottle. The worst years of my life were the unmedicated ones. I’m not saying that I didn’t take any drugs in my mid twenties, I just [...]
After a few failed attempts, I am ready to go forward with the Self-Imposed Art Therapy Blog. I hope I will be able to reach people and give them the tools to work through problems in a pragmatic, hands-on approach. I will also offer suggestions for self-guided projects to anyone who asks.
Embroidered Prozac capsule as self-directed art therapy.
May 15, 2010
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