If you're new here, there's some quilts to look at. If you only care about quilts, or art, or books about quilts and art that I originally set out to write about on this blog...you might want to peace out for this post.
But I'm going to break some boundaries here and talk about something that I don't often talk about.
Anxiety.
I'm going to talk about this because it's part of who I am. I am a wife, a daughter, a sister, a friend. I am a quilter. I am many things.
I have anxiety.
I hope it will help you see my work from a different perspective. I hope it will encourage you to be brave and talk to someone about your ugly parts that you don't want others to see. I hope it will maybe inspire you to make art or to write or to create despite the nasty naysayer in your head that tells you not to. Maybe saying it "out loud" on the Internet will also help me.
We make this life.
We only make one.
It's hard to make a mighty, beautiful, joyful, fun, brave life with anxiety.
I'm on antidepressants. I take Xanax when I feel like my body is going to explode in a million pieces. I do yoga to help me find a quiet place in my mind. I read every night before I go to sleep to fall into someone else's story and give my own a break for awhile. I text my friends or call my mom. I hug my husband. I quilt.
These things have generally worked and I am very thankful.
But I had to ask myself...isn't there more? Is there maybe something else I haven't really tried yet that might work better or differently?
I had my first session with a new therapist today.
I did this for many reasons. But the biggest reason is that I'm going to make myself better so that I can make a mighty life.
Her name is Amy.
She wore orange.
