I am a Stalker survivor, whose had to go from high profile to hiding. I picked up a paint brush, as my writing skills stunted by PTSD. I’ve never really tried but wooden ornaments. I started with wood bird houses, and found the sides becoming landscapes. I moved to paper then, scary, canvas. The brush started telling my story, each canvas making me gasp, laugh, cry, reaffirm, and heal through, though for now silenced, my story is being told! Healing, the anxiety gone as the story unfolds with each stroke. An idea in mind but NEVER EXACTLY what I think🥰 What I need🩷 I want to help others as no matter the story, we all hurt, fear, cry, break the same. EVERY STORY MATTERS