After my second Appalachian Trail thru-hike and the death of my dad, I sunk deep into depression. This was hard for me to admit. I was one of “those” people who didn’t think depression or mental illness was a real thing. The first step to healing was having to admit I wasn’t okay. It took several years to climb out of the valley I was trudging through. Out of all the advice and counseling I tried, there were only two things that
really seemed to help. First, I turned to God for answers. And second, He led me to art. Other than painting the walls in my house a solid color, I had never done any type of artistic painting. Through this medium I found a way to relax and destress from whatever troubled me.
Now it is a daily practice.
 

I am far from an experienced artist, but even so, my elementary work has touched the lives of many of my customers mostly in the form of cards and bookmarks. While my focus is on sharing my Appalachian Trail adventure through my books and presentations, I would be remiss if I did not share this part of my journey with you also. If you need a little pick-me-up, have a scroll through my art, it is always evolving. While most of these pieces are not for sale, if there is something that captures your attention, feel free to reach out and let me know.
Who knows, that piece might be available in some form.
 

If you too are struggling with depression, know you never have to be alone. Reach out to those around you. We can’t help if we don’t know. Find something that you enjoy doing that isn’t harmful to yourself or others. I suggest these five things: God, professional help, exercise, cut out alcohol and sugar, and find a hobby that uses your creative side.
 

And one last thing, know it is okay not to be okay. Just don’t stay there.