When my seizures were at their worst, I started drawing more seriously, using it more like therapy. When my body felt out of control, art became something within my control—a place where the chaos could go. Over time, the act of drawing became its own kind of therapy.
[Trigger Warning] This poem contains metaphoric descriptions of sexual violence and may be distressing for some individuals. They told the garden child her blooms were all she’d need: no rain, just sh
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