This picture was drawn after another one I did which I will not post. That other picture was my veiw during a traumatic memory, and is so close to actually what I saw I cannot even look at it myself. I only drew it because it was flashing in my mind all day. Putting that image on paper helped put it out of my mind. It also brought deep feelings of pain and anguish, so I drew this picture on the back. It hurt so much. I hurt so much. The experience I had and the response of my caregivers was so distressing. It just hurt us terribly. That’s all I can say.
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This is “Representing Anger”. I took so much anger out on myself. That is me at the base of the lightening bolt. There were times as a child I expressed anger outwardly. I would scream what my parents called a “blood curdling scream”. I would slam doors, etc. But so, so, so, so much was turned inward. Only bits were actually ever let out and I guess that is why I could only manage a scream without words. Some had to be let out lest I burst. I still do this. I tend to pull anger inward right to the center of my soul. I almost never express anger. In fact I often claim I have no anger. Honestly I have trouble getting in touch with that anger because it is so buried I guess. I know it is there. It has to be, but yet I feel nothing. When I say I don’t have anger I mean it. It’s really not in my conscious awareness, but honestly, it has to be there somewhere. I know it’s just tucked away.
from Secrent Shadows




