One of the worst parts of living with anxiety and depression is not being able to explain what I feel or how I feel it. People don’t seem to understand the emptiness inside, the hatred towards myself.
And above all, they don’t understand that I’m still me. My anxiety and my depression are not me. I’m here, screaming inside, pretending to smile, and sometimes smiling genuinely.
One of the few things that have helped me get out of my mind and answer the questions of the people I love is my art. I’m not an artist and although I always liked to paint I lost my passion along the way. So I’m not good, but I’m me. And I set myself a daily challenge. One painting a day, no matter how lazy I feel. One face. No matter how ugly I think it looks. No matter how much I hate myself and what I paint. No matter how ashamed I feel of showing it.
I paint. I post it.
I hope it can help others see what it looks like to live with anxiety. I feel that my family is starting to “feel” me and my friends say they are learning with me.
So maybe someone can see themselves reflected and hold on to life as I’m holding on to my #UglyArt even when the voices inside are deafening.
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I am Adriana. I am on meds. I am going to therapy. I am @TheFaceOfRecovery

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