From an early age, I knew I was different. I didn’t know how or why I was different; I just knew I was. Not only did I discover that I was mentally ill, but also that I am gay. Growing up in Alabama in the 1980s and being gay was not a walk in the park. This added to my anxiety and depression. Discovering who and what I am and learning to be proud of that took time.
Last year I moved out on my own for the first time in over 20 years, I thought I had really made it. I had overcome everything, and life was going to be easy from here on out. Then another bout of major depression hit. It happened just after Christmas of 2021. I tried my usual coping skills of music, video games, and painting but nothing seemed to help. Everything was so structured and that wasn’t helping me. Then I discovered Pour Painting. A random, fluid, colorful form of art that was perfect for what I was feeling.
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