I'm sure I've shared this link before, but if I haven't, here it is:

Bill Drummond's 10 Commandments of Art

No.3 particularly resonates with me. But I have a tendency to forget the meaning when I slide down into a blackhole. It's not really surprising, as the nature of the beast with depression means that affirmations get lost amongst the darkness. And so I needed a more prominent reminder. I designed myself a new tattoo.



I wish that when I was younger that I'd learnt how to be confident in myself and that following my own path willingly was the right thing for me to do. But instead I learnt how I didn't fit in, and how there was something wrong with me because of that. I was bullied a lot at school. It's not that I didn't have friends, I did, and I think each of us was an outsider in our own right. But it took me a long time to find people who saw the world in the same way that I did. Or perhaps it took me a long time to accept that there were others who struggled in the same way that I did, albeit with their own, unique reasons. I spent a long time feeling very lonely and I'm a heck of a lot happier for finally buggering off and doing my own thing. But life isn't easy and I still forget sometimes; I find myself getting resentful and angry and then that pain turns inwards.

And so this is my 'get a grip' reminder, right here on the inside of my right wrist. And it makes me smile :)

AuthorWoolly Wormhead