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Psychological Mountain Climbing

Yosemite at Dawn panorama view of parking lot at Tunnel View.

Rather than risk my life (only slightly ironic) I am climbing mountains of psychology. When I was traveling, my brain spent any idle time ruminating about my choosing life in a new environment over suicide. The dwelling and over-thinking was like a spinning tire with no forward movement. I rationalized that I had chosen a different alternative, and while that was true, it created more problems than solutions. The question still hangs – is changing your life justified? I think the answer is yes, if you are prepared to deal with the consequences.

So now I find myself working on the psychology of my depression and working the steps in the Alcoholics Anonymous program. Step Four, to be specific, is a major peak in this mountain range. Working step four requires an honest inventory of character flaws, twisting of rules, and justification for acts that are self-serving.

glacier point yosemite
psychological mountain climbing

Without going into a detailed definition of an alcoholic I will say that I am an alcoholic. I was not a frequent drinker but a binge drinker, which would have led to a much worse life had I not stopped. Because my depression wished for alcohol I must admit that I am powerless, over both actually. The steps in AA are useful to me now to sort out my depression, to work on my character flaws, and to have a frame for every day improvement.

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Mental Health Journaling: A Therapeutic Practice for Coping and Self-Expression

Artificial Intelligence image of artist working from a train.

Many people with depression journal their thoughts. It is a good thing for me – it helps to build concrete thinking about important things. It can also be fun. Write about what inspires you and also write about what brings you down. You should share both with your therapist. As a want-to-be artist, I would often draw in my journal.

Sketching in Journal
Sketching in Journal

Some of the things I would journal were quite serious. Being in the city meant that I parked at McDonalds, Starbucks, or in a shopping mall parking lot. The worst place I parked was at Border Field State Park south of San Diego where I’m sure my plates were run by Border Patrol. It was always better to find a campground at scenic locations like State Parks or National Forests.

What bothered me about the cities was the vast number of homeless people. Many of the homeless people have mental illness and walk the streets at night; they look like dark silent beings roaming beside me in my “camper”. I would check that the doors were locked before I slept in the back of the bus. I journaled about this and talked to my therapist. I felt close to the edge and I didn’t want to get pulled in. I actually was closer to it than I wanted to be, peeing in a used coffee cup to later toss in the dumpster where I would see people camped nearby. Homelessness is a chronic problem in this country.

Other things to journal are your feelings, aspirations, successes, challenges, events of the day. I even journaled that I was able to make hot coffee!

Journal from December 1st, 2001, day four of my art trip in California.
Journal from December 1st, 2001, day four of my art trip in California.
a journal entry from my trip to California for mental health and painting coast and crest
a journal entry from my trip to California after arriving back home
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Early Ending

Yellow warning sign of truck going down hill with huge snow bank covering part of the sign.

Lucy the Art Bus did her best to complete the trip but her old age has prevented that. With 30 engine problems reported by her on-board computer, she just couldn’t keep up.

Her help with this project was enormous and she was ideally suited as a mobile art studio, camper, and excursion vehicle. Without her, I am ending the trip in Santa Rosa, California and heading back home to my loving family.

I’ve learned a lot about traveling as an artist and what works for plein air watercolor painting. With the right equipment, I can keep this up.

Back of white Art Bus with tire cover: ALL WHO WANDER ARE NOT LOST
Back of white Art Bus with tire cover: ALL WHO WANDER ARE NOT LOST
shuttle bus (camper) parked in the snow under a Sequoia tree in the Sierra Mountains
In my “camp spot” near Grant Woods at top of Sierra Mountains

Lucy at El Capitan State Beach, California
Lucy at El Capitan State Beach, California