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I edited some photos to look like the a nuclear fallout

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Random people that I made when I was CONVINCED I was going to be a fashion designer. (That was years ago and it’s really not my passion at all 😅)

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POETRY!!!

I recently took up an interest with poetry, and this is the second piece that I wrote. Let me know if you want more poetry from me!

This particular piece is based on my journey with mental health and how I’ve slowly been able to overcome it. It’s a bit long, but I hope you’ll enjoy it!

Who Am I?

When days get tough, when I ask myself questions,

“Who Am I?” I wonder, and with no suggestions,

I then go and I wonder, what’s the point to it all?

Sooner or later, it will all start to fall.

Piles of pressure, it’s all too much,

But no one is helping, just saying to hush.

“Stay quiet! Not a peep!” Everyone tells me,

Even if I go ask for help it would never come free.

But sometimes one dot, one speck of dim light,

Is enough to make it feel like I could still fight.

A smile in a room, a quick helping hand,

But they all fall through my grasp, like small grains of sand.

But they’re still enough, so please carry on.

Be the light in the darkness, before all light is gone.

But please don’t be scared! Please don’t be alarmed!

I’ve never been hurt! I’ve never been harmed!

There’s no need to feel, the way I’m feeling now.

So why do I feel it? The question is how?

There’s no right or wrong answer to something so vague,

To be sick in the mind is no deadly plague.

But it’s a sickness still, though one much looked past,

And only the strongest, will be ones who last.

Sometimes I wonder, could I wish on a clover,

Then it’d all be gone, this pain would be over.

To wish on a star, shining bright in the sky,

Or to curl up in a ball, and simply just cry.

To ask for a hand, when things get rough,

Takes lots of courage, it is quite tough.

And maybe that hand, will help you stand tall,

But maybe that hand, will push ‘till you fall.

Spiraling ‘round, up, down and sideways,

Leaves me in a stupor, a terrible daze.

When a tear turns to sobs, and push comes to shove,

All can be cured by the power of love.

…Or so they say, as they feed you with lies.

All so you can come up to that wonderful high.

Above the world as we know it, above all that’s bad,

Where love can cure all, no need to be sad.

No, it’s not artificial, or a lie in the sky,

The power of love lets us all come fly.

It’s not a full fib, but it’s not some cure-all,

So ignore all the voices, ignore and stand tall.

Wait for someone to help, for someone to come,

Someone will be there, don’t let it all go numb.

And if no one shows up, and you’re left all alone,

You can rise up, do it all on your own.

You’ve seen the lowest of lows, there’s nowhere to go,

You’ve been to hell, you’ve been six feet below.

Run, from your problems, or wait- maybe not.

Face them head on, go and give it a shot.

Maybe one sees you fighting, fighting alone,

Maybe one kind soul, will put you back on the road.

There it is- a light. The dark goes retreating.

It seemed all-consuming but it really was fleeting.

Now that you see some light, you feel some doubt.

You’ve had darkness so long, it feels weird to be without.

It really makes you wonder about “Who am I?”

When the darkness retreats and you’re left with bright sky.

Will you be a hand, to help someone in need?

Or will you relax in the fall, just give up and read.

Will you help someone get going, be their light when it’s dark?

Or will you plan a journey, that you’ve yet to embark.

Will you plan the rest of your days, to just do what you please,

Trying your hardest not to succumb back to disease.

For disease of the brain, is the worst of all kind,

It clearly is there, though just to your mind.

Light is the cure, light is the clue.

All that is left, is what will you do?

“Who am I?” Is the question, and so, who are you?

That’s for you to discover, you never know with who.

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This is Crystal, I’m just now noticing so many things wrong with her design (I drew her 4 years ago). Why is the hat not covering her ears??

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I drew this a few years ago when I was going through a rough patch. This is how I perceived the world at some points in time. Luckily, im doing a lot better now, but it’s super important to spread awareness.

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An introduction!!

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More old art… Her name is Ayre and her hair was inspired by a bookmark that I have. One of those bookmarks that have a ruffle at the end of a string. This was from at least 3-4 years ago, and I kind of want to redesign her!

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Trying my best to move onto different hairstyles. I’m not the best with shorter styles but I’m going to try to get better!

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A random drawing from 3 or so years ago. I forget who this character is but maybe I’ll continue her!

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I’m trying to start by drawing a couple facial expressions!

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A couple drawings from 2 years ago… hopefully I can figure out how to draw like this again 😅

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Amateur drawer here- Just trying to figure out how to draw!! (I haven’t drawn anything for 2 years I’m excited to get back to it!)