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Made with dead things from my yard.

Happy almost Autumn!


When Life Hands You Lemonade and Tells You to Make Lemons.

We all have our problems we must deal with. The albatross we carry around our necks every day.  And we’ve all heard the phrase, “When life hands you lemons, make lemonade!” This, of course, means we should try and make the best out of a bad situation.

But it’s not always that easy. Sometimes life throws you off and tosses you around and maybe even ties you to some train tracks and leaves you there to become railroad pizza. You’re an ant walking in a line, and life is the mean kid who builds a dirt wall around you, disrupting your path. Sometimes life makes you wonder if it’s even worth your time.

It is.

Life is a bitch. But for every big heavy rock life hurtles at your face, you learn how to dodge it and become smarter. You climb over that dirt wall and become stronger. You accept that it is not easy to get what you want, but you can’t live in your dirt hole forever.

I came to terms with the fact that I have a neurological disorder, and I keep drawing even though it’s  difficult. Because it’s what I love to do. In my last post, I got it off my chest and opening up to everyone about it made me feel better, and I sat down to draw today with less dots than before.

When I get another job I know I will stress about it, and the dots will come back with a vengeance. But this is my dirt wall. This is my reason for finding a job I truly love and am excited to get up in the morning for.

Life is hard. You were born when you never asked to be born, into a society that you did not design and may not agree with. Life doesn’t always hand you lemons, it’s not always that simple. But we overcome. We find the things worth living for. You’re the only thing holding you back sometimes. Climb out of you hole and show life how to do the impossible.lemons

What it’s like to be an Artist Living with Tourette’s Syndrome.

Back when I was still in high school, I was diagnosed with Tourette’s Syndrome.

When most people hear Tourette’s Syndrome they think of someone yelling swear words, like Tourette’s guy. I don’t have a problem with Tourette’s guy, I understand our culture has stereotypes. Sometimes it hurts a little when people make fun of the disorder. I realize that it doesn’t come from hatred, but a lack of education. So let me shed a little light on what it’s like to actually have the symptoms.

When the doctor told me this is the condition I had, I can almost say I was relieved. Relieved that I could finally put a name to what was wrong with me. All the strange stuff I did that didn’t make any sense, like shaking my head back and fourth and violently straightening my elbows.

As relieved as I was to know what was up, it was also a little devastating. I deal with strange and painful tics every day. A tic is a movement my brain makes my body do, like tapping a surface or blinking my eyes really hard. It’s not something that happens automatically, it’s more like an itch. I have to perform the tic. It’s pretty much impossible to control, and believe me I’ve tried.

Besides making every day tasks difficult and making me look like a crazy person sometimes, ticcing has ruined the thing I love to do most. Drawing.


Whenever I draw, I have a tic where I have to press the pencil really hard into the paper. You can see the dents and dots, and this is why I draw mostly with a tablet. The poor thing has taken a beating, but it’s the only way I can erase my mistakes, carefully. I can’t stop this tic and I’ve had it for years, even before I was diagnosed. I took medicine and that helped for a while, but I couldn’t take it for a long time because that medication had long term effects. I feel like it really stunts my artistic ability and is the thing that saddens me the most. Usually I don’t even finish drawing because I’ve already ruined it.

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I’ve also been through a lot of jobs. The real reason I leave most jobs is because I can’t handle the stress. I know there are a lot of people who have bad anxiety that makes it hard to keep a job, and I can respect that. But I want you to realize that when I’m stressed, the stress manifests itself physically and violently. Sometimes it goes so far that I’m hurting myself. I do not believe in self harm, but I can’t stop my tics.

I’ll give you an example.

Today I had to put in my two weeks at a restaurant I just started working at. There is more than one reason I had to quit. My grandfather is sick, and I want to move in with my grandparents for a little while. This is the reason I gave my work but honestly I am relieved to leave this job. The people are absolutely amazing, but the environment is very fast paced. The stress has gotten me to develop a new, awful tic. They will change sometimes. For a few months I was clacking my teeth together, and it hurt my mouth so bad. When I started this job, I began to shake my legs very hard. I shake them as I sit typing this and I would shake them as I stood at the front of the restaurant and as I walked people to their tables, praying they wouldn’t notice. It hurts so bad to stand and I think I’ve pulled a muscle in my calf. When I sit down to breathe and my coworkers ask me if I’m ok, I’m too ashamed to say that my legs hurt. Everyone’s legs hurt, we’ve all been standing for hours.

I think about how much better I would feel if I could just stop shaking them. But Tourette’s doesn’t work that way. I can’t stop. In fact whenever I think about it I have to perform my tic again. I’m so sore and I wish it could just stay still, and have physical peace wash over me.


I’ve gone through so many jobs through the years. I worked at a glass shop but whenever I set down a piece of glass on the shelf, I had to set it down harshly because I had this pressure tic. I’d broken a few things this way. I felt bad so that I quit my job there, so I didn’t break any more of the owner’s things. I also worked at a wonderful coffee shop where I pressed the cups very hard against the edge of the coffee pot, and burned myself with hot coffee more than once. These are just some examples of the troubles I’ve had at work.

Hopefully when I move to my grandparents, I will find a job that doesn’t give me as much trouble. But I always say that when I’m job hunting. I don’t feel right about applying for disability because I know there are people out there who are more disabled than I. I wish I could just make art for a living, and have been trying really hard to get my career going. I have no hope for a cure because, for as many people who make fun of the disorder, not enough people have it to expect a cure anytime in the near future.

I’ve always hesitated to post about my condition because I don’t want people to feel sorry for me, and I know we all have our problems that we have to deal with. But this has been on my chest for a long time and I wanted you to know what it’s like to live the life of someone who has Tourette’s syndrome.

Be thankful, you wonderful human being, and stay beautiful and kind. I love you!