Tuesday, 1 May 2012

The art of separation

I pulled out an old book of mine where I once set to work with a black ink pen and let my imagination run wild. The purpose of the exercise was to separate the ED from myself by drawing what I perceived it to be as an image.  Granted I am no Pablo Picasso, but this small feat of creativity helped me so much as 'it' and I  were no longer fused together as one in my own perception. Understanding that the deprecating messages that regularly consumed and spun around in my head were not thoughts that were my own but that of this black ball of meanness was a significant turning point.  As long as you believe what it tells you and not seperate yourself from it you remain it's prisoner. I.am.not.it's.prisoner.

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