10/21/2025
Healing
What started as a simple sketch ended up taking hold, creating a metaphorical piece. It’s been almost a year now since my brother-in-law died, and my mom. My grandmother followed them a few months later. While I was hitting my lowest point psychologically - I allowed stress to upheave my career, tried making ends meet doing rewardless door dashing and instacart while trying to find something outside of the industry I wasted almost 20 years in, trying my best to support the family I was trying to start with a woman I failed to see was not the right match for me. For 2 years while my mom was sick I was trying to live a life that was lit aligning with my soul and I lied to myself to keep the “happiness” going.
But I get it now. We are all human, far from perfect - I’ve fu**ed up plenty of times. I’ve lost all of my friends because of my poor social skills, I’ve mistreated people in the past - I’ve got plenty of transgressions. I also have a lot of unfinished tales I didn’t get to weave with those who I’ve lost.
I’m healing because I’m seeing everything for once in my life. I am paying for my wrong doings while I am still alive. Hell is an earthly thing
