I actually didn't think I was going to do a page tonight. Was going to write about my continuing intense headache, and oh maybe just splat some watercolor. So I just went along with it, and my heart came out as she needed to. A year ago today I had a surgery that took my voice, my health, and my life. It left me in bed so long that my muscles turned into mush. That my stomach couldn't eat any more solid food. Not being able to breathe without pain. A year later I'm still mostly bed bound because not just what the surgery did to my body, but because of what the doctor's refused to do, along with surviving emotional harm for too long. After I woke up from the surgery, I remember saying the Shema multiple times upon waking, with gratitude of the ability to open my eyes. In that same moment I had never felt that kinda pain, and so vulnerable with my throat. I've partnered my pain with listen. I hear you body, and what else is out there, pain? Who are you coming with? I'm listening #dailyart #artjournalsofinstagram #artjournaling #watercolor #watercolor_art https://www.instagram.com/p/BpWXUjlhvbL/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=vhscf09xowfu
