Skydiving with no parachute...

My first post and there is so much running through this chaotic brain of mine that I don't know where to start. Almost exactly a year ago, my life was exactly how I wanted it. Married to the man I had been with for 9 years, still madly in love with him, two beautiful children, everything we'd worked very hard for, happiness... and then he left. Life as I knew it had just taken a skydive and forgot it's parachute. The life that took it's place was not on my list of friends at all! I felt like a stranger in my own world. While I was busy picking up the pieces of me and taking care of our broken-hearted children, he was out having the time of his life. It's probably unnecessary to say at this point, but I really hate him. I could sit here and write about how good I was to him and how well I treated him, but thats not the point I guess. I know I treated him well, and I know I was the best wife I could be, and I know I didn't deserve what happened to me. I want to write about how I overcame the emotional disaster he threw me in and I hope to be able to do that soon. This is my first step and I should have taken it a long time ago! Writing is very therapeutic for me. Whether it's a blog post or a poem, writing is a release. My other favorite form of therapy is art, hence the name of my blog. Right now I feel like art lifts me up, but it's not much, so I'm merely existing in art. Maybe once I reach my goal, I'll be able to title my blog "Living in Art", besides living is so much better than simply existing. Hopefully in the next few days and weeks my blog will be filled with positive posts, and in reality a few negatives I'm sure, and lots and lots of art. I love art, and in this last year I have neglected it. I desperately need inspiration to create, so if you're reading this any and all inspiration would be wonderful!