Angie Edwards

30×30 oil on canvas, 2021. I talk about this painting in the episode: My Story: A New Focus.

30×30 oil on canvas, 2020. I talk about this painting in the episode: My Story: A New Focus.

30×30 oil on canvas, 2020. I talk about this painting in the episode: My Story: Freedom in the Lockdown.

charcoal on newsprint, 2018. I talk about this drawing in the episode: My Story: The Cracks Beneath Our Feet.

9×12 oil on canvas, 2018 I talk about this in the episode: My Story: The Cracks Beneath Our Feet.

9×12 oil on canvas, 2016. I talk about this in the episode: My Story: The Downward Spiral.

18×24 oil on canvas, 2019. I talk about this painting on the episode: My Story: The Downward Spiral.

18×24 marker, 2004 I talk about this drawing in the episode: My Story: Disconnected from the Truth.

7×9, oil on canvas, 2001. I talk about this painting in the episode: My Story: Too Busy to Heal.

18×24 oil on canvas, 2003. I talk about this painting on the episode: My Story: Lonely in a Crowded Room.

18×24 colored pencil drawing, 1998 I talk about this drawing in the episode: My Story: The Decision that Changed my Life.

9×12. conté crayon, charcoal, and pencil drawing 1996. I talk about this drawing in the episode: My Story: The Decision that Changed My Life.

I tried every diet I could find to heal my stomach aches and nausea. But food wasn’t the cause, trauma was.

Social media outrage leads to overwhelm. Artists recovering from trauma need to protect themselves so they can continue to heal.

Claiming the title of artist with confidence will help you heal from the trauma that destroyed your identity in the first place.

Healing from trauma isn’t easy, but it’s possible. Here are some thoughts on the purpose, process, and problems of engaging our story to heal from trauma and set our art free. What does healing from trauma even mean? So right away I want to address two phrases I put in the title of this episode: […]

In the last episode of my story, I share how I made more time for my recovery, making art, and creating a podcast.

I didn’t know how I was going to survive the shutdown during the pandemic. But every day my resiliency grew. I bet yours did, too.

I had lost hope that I’d ever stay sober or heal from trauma. But my hope was restored when I admitted I couldn’t do it alone.

My trauma also impacted my husband. He was supporting me emotionally and our family financially. But he needed support, too.

PTSD knocked me down until I couldn’t get up again. Everything was getting worse, not better. I needed help, and didn’t know where to turn.

When I was daignosed with PTSD, it was like all my feelings were put into a blender and turned on high with the top off.

After sharing my story of past abuse, I was finally getting some help. Then something happened that changed everything.

I finally told someone about the abuse after keeping it a secret for 23 years. It didn’t go how I expected.