Sometimes we find ourselves in dark places but if we embrace the underworld, rather than fight it, we can learn and grow from the experience and it just might be the start of a new beginning.
This is a piece about depression. My most significant experience with depression came with motherhood, with both of my daughters, hence the pink sky. Looking back from a distance where now I consider myself to be recovered, I realise that while I was in that dark place, I didn’t know there could be a new beginning. But there I was, growing roots, healing a little at a time. Doing what I needed to do to stay safe.
Everything in life has a season, the moon, plants and animals, even creativity. For me, being a new parent was a time where I didn’t experience growth on the outside, everything was happening within, or below. The little bud above ground is a symbol that to every end, there is a new beginning. The death of my former self, my former masks and the exposition of my insides meant I would grow into something new, and beautiful, through the pain.
The moons and rosebud are cut from a vintage Farmer's almanac from the 1800's.