I’ve been trying to get organised, which is a mammoth task since I kinda fell behind about a year or so ago. Granted, when you can’t even face mealtimes, admin and alphabetical filing just seems ridiculous. Sorting through some sketches I had stored in a far off file on a disused digital device, I came across this sad little character from exactly a year ago. I was feeling very vulnerable at the time, and rightly so it turned out. I had been praying for mercy, but kinda knew that heartbreak was inevitable. I like the doodle, even if the memory still hurts like hell. It reminds me how pivotal drawing has been in my recovery and how far I’ve come since then. If there is one thing I can depend on it’s the fact that as long as I armed with pen and paper – I can fight through the darkest of days.