When I was a teenager, I was the keeper of secrets, and I had one friend in particular, who would share with me her deepest secrets. Her secrets were not the typical teenage 'I have a crush on johnny' secrets, hers were horrific, heart wrenching, soul destroying secrets.
At sixteen I didn't know. I didn't know how to do anything but listen and be supportive, but I also didn't know how to let her secrets go so they weren't killing me.
Perhaps if I had know that art could be my outlet, that exercise would relieve the burden, that hugs from little girls would lift your heart, I might have processed her secrets better, maybe I might have been a better friend.
But now I have a secret, a big one, one I can't share just yet, but one I am excited and nervous about. And now that the house of sickness is on the mend (finally) I can look forward to getting back in the studio again!
Hope your having a great week