If you met me today, you wouldn’t believe I was once suicidal from secondary post-traumatic stress (PTS), nor would you know my husband John is a disabled veteran. You’d have no idea because today, his disabilities don’t stop us from living lives we love, and living them to the fullest.
How’s this possible? Art.
In 2014 I left my job as a communications director to pursue fine art full-time. I enrolled in a masters of fine art program at American University and traded my office for a studio. I began a two-year process of completely ruining my life and building it back up again.
Art ruined my life before it saved my life.
I knew I had hit rock bottom after my first year at American University. I found myself on a school trip to Venice, Italy, staring into the gorgeous, romantic waters, and thinking about letting myself fall in and drown. John’s 10-year battle with post-traumatic stress disorder and other invisible injuries had taken their toll on me. I had developed secondary PTS which meant I too was overtaken by depression, anxiety and suicidal thoughts.