And it's me. I'm the one with the disability
It's not my mom, its not my brother, it's not my children that compel me to rally behind a cause. Rather it's my lack of children.
Not being able to have children is the most agonizing, depression inducing, cry until you make your self vomit, anxiety ridden, open wound, haunting, lonely part of my life I am having to live through it.
And then I read this post about Mother's Day and specifically this part:
and now I know why I honor the women in my life. And why I honor my own mother to the highest degree, and that Mother's Day is for everyone that has ever cared, nurtured, yearned for, or held a child in their heart.
It's not always roses but I am a Happy People. Art is my expressive outlet. Sometimes it is happy art, sometimes it is dark art but it is always therapeutic. Need a close up? yes, that is a bloody screw poking out of my heart. Am I a dramatic artist or what? Well, sometimes I just feel screwed.