I've been remembering a time 13 years ago when I had tried to give up painting. I thought that buckling down to focus on a normal career, something I was good at, would be better than this creative life which can be filled with absolute highs & lows. It didn't take long before I fell into a deep depression, though I didn't know that's what it was...I'd burst into tears everywhere, while driving or at the dinner table, and couldn't understand or express why it was happening. Clinical depression is hereditary and I thought that was it, that this would be my life from then on. It was my daughters who told me I just needed to paint. And they were right. I haven't looked back and haven't been happier. Art saved me.
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