Scribbled Blob Makes Art

Crazy pill count:

AM .5 Ativan, 90 Cymbalta, 10 Viibryd, 25 Lamictal
afternoon 1 Ativan
PM 1 Ativan, 5 Zyprexa

Still.

I'm just a big, old, black scribbled blob and it's getting old - fast.

Over the summer, when I had a horrific mixed episode, Dr. Crazy recommended I try doing some artwork. I had never made angry art before, but I really got into it and found it to be very helpful. That Dr. Crazy never quits being a smart cookie. I talk all about it here. 

Yesterday, running out of options of survival of this current madness, I decided to try to navigate this damn depression and akathesia with some artwork. I was inspired during my sad song marathon in my "Bipolar Fallout Shelter" the other day.

This is what was birthed:

I found the experience wonderfully helpful and very positive. It gave me something to do with my restless hands, mind, and heart. I was even able to skip an optional dose of Ativan.
How's that for art therapy?! 

"You are an artist. Your heart is your masterpiece."

-Sleeping at Last

Interested in the song?

Listen to it here:

Until next time...