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Art is My Sanity

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Published: April 15, 2018
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Art is my Sanity

"I take my medicine and go to therapy,
To try to gain some clarity,
Of who I am, how my brain works,
Sometimes thoughts seem like such a curse.
I try to stay really busy,
Sometimes I'm sent into a tizzy,
Of emotions, like waves- up and down,
It's so hard to come back around.
My life hasn't been the easiest,
But ever since I joined Deviant,
My artist's block has been lifted,
And I'm so grateful to be gifted,
With talents of self-expression,
Now art is again my obsession.
Helping me get to where I need to be,
Restoring me to sanity.
I don't know what I'd do without my passion,
I lost it once and went down crashing.
So good to stand up on my feet again,
Figure myself out and comprehend,
How my thoughts can be better,
I will never give up, ever,
To be the best version of myself I can be,
While painting the world metaphysically."
-Alisa Danielle
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BrankaArts's avatar
BrankaArts|Hobbyist Digital Artist
I'm so happy you've joined dA otherwise we never
would've met :happybounce:
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AliDee33|Hobbyist General Artist
There are SO many awesome reasons to join dA,
and our friendship is definitely a cherished reason for me, as well, friend!
:happybounce: :heart: :love:
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BrankaArts|Hobbyist Digital Artist
That is so very true :nod:
And for me too :love: :la:
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JPMNeg's avatar

This is so true

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AliDee33|Hobbyist General Artist
Thank you :heart:
It's good to know others relate.
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itsmyccrets|Hobbyist Photographer
It's so hard to come back around.
My life hasn't been the easiest,
But ever since I joined Deviant, :love: :love: :love:
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AliDee33|Hobbyist General Artist
True story.. DeviantArt (and it's artists) are life-savers!!! :love: :heart: :nod:
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itsmyccrets|Hobbyist Photographer
There are a few decent ones around here :P
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