In between times + College update.

I have been at College for 1 week and 2 days and let me tell you, my brain has never had to work so hard in my entire life. It's FANTASTIC, but I am also FRANTIC! So much work, absolutely no time.

I'm waking up much, much earlier; however I'm still going to bed at midnight. 

Foolish Bekky. Real foolish.

I haven't been able to put together a flowing story for you, so here are some quick scribs that I've managed to do when I find a cheeky 5 minutes!

There's a bit of anxiety in there, I think it's just because of the major transition I'm going through. College is going really well,  I'm not too anxious about that...

Well, just a little bit.

I just want to do really well.

I wanna make you guys proud of me!

Home...work?
Mum look!
I'm doing "Homework"!
(This is a new thing for me)

1 week of college down. Here's a quick look at what I've been making!

Hair

Pirate!

I got really, really nervous on my first day of college. Really nervous...

I am currently working on a story about a thing that happened to me in a bar.

It's not easy being in a bar when you're not a drinker.

Here are the first 2 panels from my story:

That familiar feeling.

 Stieg. Scanned from The Rejected Lovers, 1951.

My Timeline.

Okay, so I don't remember my life very well.

All the memories just mash together & I have no idea what age I was when things happened.

I think I've figured out a little mental health timeline that occurs between age 13 & my current age (23).

I was a pretty quirky child. I was weird & dramatic. 

I still am weird & dramatic don't get me wrong, but something strange happened when I was 14.

I often felt sick in my stomach & I started having anxiety attacks. 

I started to feel sick every day.

I started to have anxiety attacks every week.

Then I started to shut down.

I was overwhelmed by everything.

Then I got really bad.

Somewhere around this time I cut my hair.

Then I was on antidepressants

Then I didn't feel anything anymore.

Not depressed. 

Not anxious. 

Not sick. 

Not happy. 

Never excited. 

Not content. 

Nothing. 

I was on antidepressants for a couple of years.

Then I decided I was ready to feel things again.

A couple of years later, I started to think back on the fuzzy memory-blob of years I was depressed...

Then I started to draw cartoons about it.

The more I draw, the more I slowly understand what was happening to me.

Click for Bigness.

If you are feeling the bad feelings, please pop along to your doctor to get a referral to a mental health professional, because those guys are tops. 

Bad News.

Oh, I might just check the news...

























Double Murder & a man shot dead by a Police Officer.

A woman held down and raped by 2 women and her boyfriend.

Both of these news stories take place on the Sunshine Coast (where I grew up).

In Melbourne (Where I live now)  a wall collapsed and killed someone.
This is the second time a wall has collapsed & killed someone this year.

In Syria, Chemical attacks kill hundreds.

So whilst I am thankful I live in a country that's not in the middle of a civil war...I am now wary of killer walls.

Sometimes I'm amazed that there are people who DON'T suffer from anxiety attacks and depression.

The Lady and the Tram: The Man on the Bus

Depressed?

Leunig

Pressure! Pressure! Pressure! Guilt!

Self Portrait

I think we're all aware it's not fine art.

Sometimes I get all like:
 

"My drawings are weird scribbles. 

They're not aesthetically pleasing all. 

I don't know how to paint or make things pretty. 

I have no technical knowledge of art. 

noone is going to commission me to paint a mural full of scribbles 

(I really want to paint a mural one day).

I cannot make things look realistic. 

People don't look at my drawings and go "Holy shit that's gobsmackingly wonderful!!!"

But hey, what I do is charming in its own scribbly way.

Don't!

Stuff to tell you. How to say?

"Scientists discover depression molecule"

Bekky discovers depression molecule:

Not cool molecule. Not Cool.

The little things become the big things.

Countdown

Getting Bekky to College from Rebekah Halls on Vimeo.

Disconnect

Part 3: A road block.

Part One: Normal

Part Two: Bekky

Part Three: Graham...

It's extra difficult because Graham is my Dad.

Here's the story...

4 years ago I moved from Brisbane to Melbourne with a dream to pursue a creative career.

I found the perfect course for me, Graphic Design at Shillington College.

However it's rather costly to enrol!

I was determined though, so I set off on an adventure to get enough money together. After some silly set backs and some serious set backs...

I am now back on track and I'm hoping you could help me achieve my dream.

I have been saving up for some time (4 years, on & off, because of the set backs...see video for more)

for this course and it is my goal to be enrolled THIS YEAR!

I'm pretty close to the amount I need, but I'm not going to be able to get enough together this year on my own. Which is why I'm putting it out there. If you have ever been inspired by my images on the Rebekah Lyn Photography facebook or my blog of cartoons about depression and anxiety "Saint Damascus", or if I've ever done some photography work for free or really cheap, this is your chance to pay it forward! or back! or whatever!

I need a cheeky $4500 to reach the total amount for the Course. If my parents were rich I wouldn't even ask you but they're not...so...here we are.

Watch this outrageous video of me being ridiculous!

Getting Bekky to College from Rebekah Halls on Vimeo.

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