My health coverage only covers a very finite amount of one-on-one counseling sessions, and I knew that I was gonna need more than that with my partner having a deadly cancer and all. So I attended a couple sessions with a wonderful therapist and then got to work on A Donkey in the Garden. It was a productive way for me to wait in the hospital, and drawing the nightmare was a way to be present with it while having a little bit of space from it at the same time.
It's been two years since the cancer diagnosis, and some drawings bring the horror right back. To this day, my partner can't bear to glance at them.
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