Depression sometimes feels like it gets the best of me.
It leaves me crying in the shower. It leaves me feeling like no one loves me, like I dont matter.
I’m not sharing this because I want attention. I just want you to know that sometimes a kind word can go so far. I want you to know that, despite it all, sometimes our spirituality, a belief, can give us something to hold on to.
For me, what helped today was my birdies. It’s a small thing, and may seem so pointless to so many. Very few seem to care about my birds. Im far from a ground breaking pagan author. Yet they matter to me. They help me see, in some way, happiness again.
Thats all that matters with art, really. The joy and happiness it brings us.
Im sharing this picture, hoping it can bring you some happiness too. May you always have a cute mushroom to sit under, dry and happy, from the rain.
Unhinged and unenlightened 