Umbrella

Just wanted to share this artwork I did recently. It is a good representation of how my mood has been. I am the black umbrella. My mood is dark and depressed. All the colors want to come in but they can’t. I can’t even see them. All I see is the blackness I am surrounded by. An empty void of sadness that seems neverending.

Then there is the rain. All of the colors, organic, bright, euphoric. Happiness in showers on a background of pure white. Falling in drifts, feeling refreshed by the sadness being lifted. Dancing on the paper, no rhyme or reason. Just being colorful. Just being bright.

This is the closest I can come to explaining bipolar on paper.

Some days I am the umbrella. Some days I am the rain.



Categories: Addiction, Anxiety, bipolar disorder, Depression, Mania, Mental Health, OCD, PTSD, Self Esteem, Suicide, Writing

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