These truths are self evident and so is this painting! Another little "outing". Art as therapy. I was enjoying group therapy. It was my third bout with a therapist. Painting, guitar, and journaling have always been my anchor. I tried antidepressants, but felt my senses too dulled by them. I had experienced a breakdown a few years earlier, brought on by Wellbutrin. Never say never. They may serve me yet. Thank god for pot, caffeine, nicotine, and masturbation. They got me through puberty, and all the way to my sixth decade. Throw in a little cobalt and cadmium poisoning to get a well rounded persona like myself.