In the depths of my depression, it was extremely rare for anyone to notice it. It wasn’t something expressed or seen. It was a hidden thing. But it was very much a storm inside. It was heavy and loud, and the depths of despair was something beyond my capacity to express. But other times just deep with the weight of it and the pending storm, the wind whipping words around, taunting me, this self-loathing that just wouldn’t quit. You could feel the storm coming but until it did you hovered at the edges where it wasn’t a dark, as deep, as heavy but the sun never shined either. You couldn’t get out, and the wind just pulled you further in.
Sometimes it is shocking that people do not perceive depression, but other times it really isn’t. Because it is so easy to hide such things behind a smile. Behind a laugh. Create a facade. No one looks deeper than that. And the storm just keeps going, and you never talk about it… because you know the stigma and that it just isn’t Meant to be Spoken about. That is a lie society tells you. But it is a lie you believe.
Here comes the storm, here comes the rain: 8X10 Print
Expressive charcoal portrait of a young woman on a windy day
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Expressive charcoal portrait of a young woman on a windy day
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Here comes the storm, here comes the rain: Original Charcoal Drawing 11X14
Expressive charcoal portrait of a young woman on a windy day
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