2Quilt,
I must agree that if other people don't understand your art-F'em! Really. Art is currently saving me from total oblivion. I could give a hoot if people like or understand it. It isn't for them- it's for me. Art is just another way to explore feelings and experiences that are difficult to express in words.
As for the irrational rage... I remember going through that. It seemed like the entire universe was just waiting around to piss me off. What I learned to do (very slowly) was stop. Just stop before speaking, reacting, yelling, whatever. In that tiny moment, there is a choice. Sometimes it doesn't seem like it, but I swear it is always there- the choice of how to respond. It took years of practice, but now I can nearly always choose what to do when I feel angry. My rage is mine- I must be responsible for it. Just because I have a severe condition- ptsd- doesn't mean I get to act out my wrath on some shlub just because s/he annoyed me. That's what my father did. That's why I have ptsd. There is no excuse for me to pass it on like the virus it is. And, boy, is it tough to keep that in mind sometimes. Especially because so many people are thoughtless or rude or self-absorbed. But I can't do anything about them. I can only do something about me. And, really, how much of your time is lost to being furious at strangers whom you can't change? What's the point of that? Wouldn't you rather be quilting a unique art quilt? I bet they're beautiful. red |