My parents' illnesses and addictions meant that I grew up very isolated, and deprived of cultural things. And I'm a very artistic person. Unlike my parents. They would always say that they didn't know where I got it from, because it wasn't from them, my ability to write, draw, dance.
My therapist has been encouraging me very strongly to get out and do artistic things.
Which is all well and good but I can't afford it.
I was feeling well pissed off earlier. Really angry with her. And myself. And life
.
But then I had a brainwave.
London for free websites. There's tonnes of them.
And there's free art exhibitions, concerts, and so forth.
I've already got a list.
I aim to do one thing, at least, a week.
I'm really chuffed and proud of myself.
I am planning to go and see an art exhibition on Sunday.
