I quite painting once before I had to reboot.
I was in the myst of my first marriage starting and soon ending. My daughter had just passed and I just didn't see a purpose in being. I don't honestly know what got me out of my funk more......I remember feeling like death all the time. I remember not sleeping much at all. In that I started seeing Marley's little face in every kid i saw at work or even in the street. I was so fucked up. I honestly don't know how I survived it. I just remember visiting my Mom in NC for a weekend and buying an easel at a Micheals and running into my old highschool art teacher who was pregnant. She told me with my sad voice that she quit being a teacher to paint and be a mom and then she said something random I can't remember. She was this skinny armed red head with blue yes who believed in me before I did so it meant a lot to me so I drove back to DC a day later and painted Marley a bunch of times on boards and that helped. I like to think painting saved me.....or at least forced me to try to heal...to want something again. It was a long road before I got to Alec and this amazing life but every year when Marley's birthday comes around I look at that old easel and remember to try to be strong.