When my daughter was hospitalized, I picked up doodling as a hobby and outlet for my anxiety.
It started as something to do while waiting in long appointments and hospital stays. It was a way to put my mind at ease while being under so much stress and way more productive than hours of scrolling aimlessly on social media or numbing my mind with tv. Im not ready to get into the specifics of it but there is a level of anxiety that comes with having a child with special needs thats you’ll never understand unless you live it. It’s not uncommon for parents to get overwhelmed and lose themselves in all the stress while just trying to maintain. Doodling became a way I quieted my mind. Something to put that nervous energy into…Taking everything that was going on in my head and transferring all that loudness onto paper. Somewhere along the line I just opened my sketch book and just let my hands flow. All the things I couldn’t say or didn’t have the words for , I processed it to myself and drawing along helped that. It’s been a blessing to have that. Art has saved me time and time again.
As my daughter got better, doodling was a habit I continued. I challenged myself to draw every day. Even if it wasn’t something elaborate. In those months I saw a shift in my mental health and a shift in the quality of my work. I found inspiration in my own work. It’s been nice. It’s been a habit I’ve kept over the last year and some change and i’ve been able to take inspiration from those doodles and make paintings in a much larger scale of the same style……