Art I Did at (Yes Another) Hospitalization

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Before I post about what happened at this second psych hospitalization, which I will do in a day or two, I thought it would be nice to post some art, mostly drawings, that I did while there. Drawing passed the time and I'm getting better the more I do. The above piece is a little sculpture I made of my cat Audrey and seeing it everyday reminded me of how much I love her.

The rest are all drawings using an ink pen in the composition book they give out at the psych unit, except for the really colorful ones which I did in creative therapy, where you're allowed markers.

























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