Silly Me

Silly me should post more.
I like to blog and I should do it more.
When I started this I didn't know how hard it would be to remember to post.
there was a time when I would think to myself "You should post it's been a while. But I've done nothing lately."
I think that mostly the medication has got me.
It's not that I'm not trying to do anything, it just never turns out quite right.
Not the way I pictured it anyway.

Going with the Wind
One day I got this idea in my head.
I went with it,
I got it out of there as fast as I could.
I haven't had any ideas lately.
I don't do anything and
it
makes
me
very
sad
sometimes...

Finally finished

So at the end of last week I finished school for the year. I am very happy about this.

In my Dreams my Imagination is Free
This was one of my art projects for the last semester.
I used water colour, coloured pencils, and gouache for the colours. for the person I used graphite, charcoal and pastel.
It's much better in person, really, I wish this photo was better.
I got a good grade for it.
I'm very happy with it.
I hope to be able to still make nice things like this, it makes me a bit sad to think that I may not be able to.

A girl can still dream, right?

Thanks To You.

I have almost finished school for the year. this makes me very happy.

I would like to introduce to you my DeviantArt.
It's where I post lots of my work. So have a look.

Still Reaching
This is a photo I took last weekend.
I was lying on the ground looking up at the sky when I noticed this dead tree branch still reaching for the sky.

Now I have one last thing to talk about, we're on the home stretch!
You may wonder why I've called this post "Thanks To You".
Well, my favorite site to look at, ModCloth, is having a Thanksgiving Thank-a-Thon Blog Contest.
It's encouraged me to thank someone that I've every thankful for.

For about the past four years I've been showing some signs of depression, but it wasn't until recently that I was diagnosed. This isn't because I didn't want help, I don't like feeling this way, it was simply because I was too scared. I'd been hiding the way I was feeling as much as I could for as long as I could. I was too scared to talk to anyone about it or ask anyone for help about it, but I knew that I couldn't do it on my own. So I just did nothing, I just let myself feel the way I did.
This brings me to I'd like to thank, without trying to sound too cliche, I would like to thank my Mum. I'm no going to lie and say that she's my best friend or anything like that, because she's not, she's just my mum, but I am very thankful for her.
She's supported me my whole life, and when she knew what was going on in the past couple of years, she been there for me then too.
Just over a week ago I told her for the first time that I wasn't happy, mostly with myself. I'm not completely sure how she took it on the inside, but on the outside she stayed clam and helped me a lot.

She's the one who called the doctor.
She's the one that held my hand.
She's the one that said the words that I couldn't.
She's the reason that I'm on the road to recovery.
Thank you, Mum.

to be honest, I'm a little scared.

So on the weekend I made this pretty blog.
Something I'd been wanting to do for a while.
But I couldn't bring myself to post in it.
Yes, I went to all the effort of making a banner and picking out nice colours, but just couldn't post.
What if no one wanted to know about my life or my art or the art in my life?
So while trying to find the courage to just post I found out some devastating news that would turn my blog upside down.
I was convinced that it would fail for curtain now.
What was this news you ask?
My doctor is putting me on antidepressants.
Now this is it's self I didn't mind so much, I do really want to get better.
But the bad news was that my inspiration was going to be lost.
She told me it happeneds to EVERY creative person that goes on ANY type of antidepressant.
So I was shocked and annoyed.
What would I do with my blog?
But... I've decided that I'm going to do it anyways.
I'm going to try my hardest to not lose this big part of me.