Strength?

Anonymous asked: When you were writing the book, how did you find the strength to work through such painful memories? How did you write through the especially difficult memories and keep going?

Drawing & Writing Through

I’m not sure that strength is a word I would choose to describe how I worked through Lighter Than My Shadow. From the moment I first had the idea, I knew it was something I would simply have to do, and I think the doing of it was more a matter of resolution than strength.

If I’m honest, I still question whether I really was strong enough to do it.  I waited years, until my eating disorder, the abuse, my recovery, was not a part of my daily life any more, not something I really had to think about. I had left it all behind. Then I made a conscious choice to go back there, to relive it and let it define my day-to-day life again, for as long as it would take me to write the book, and indeed for it to form part of my identity again once the book was out in the world. This had a powerful effect on me while writing, and continues to even now, long after the writing process has finished.

In very practical terms, there were certain parts of the book that were much more painful to work through than others. Writing about the abuse, in particular, which was much more raw and fresh in my mind than my anorexia, was a tough challenge. My natural instinct to protect myself from the memories meant every fibre of my body did not want to sit at my desk and draw what happened. In a way, drawing it felt more real than when the events themselves took place. As it happened I was traumatised, dissociated, watching as though it was happening to someone else. As I drew, I felt it happening to me, perhaps really accepted what had transpired for the first time. It is without question one of the hardest things I have ever done.

How did I keep going? Looking back, I’m not so sure! Apart from the resolution to do this thing, this idea for a book that just wouldn’t go away – and never wavered – I had a lot of support from my therapist, my friends and family, both in preparation for and during the drawing of those chapters. I also came up with some slightly laughable but very helpful strategies. Not surprisingly, I often found I was disturbed and discomfited by things I was drawing and had drawn. When there were several panels on a page I would tape paper over all but the one I was drawing at any given moment, hiding it from my peripheral vision. Sometimes I even isolated as little as a square inch of paper to work on so  I could focus on just a fragment, not letting myself see (and therefore feel) the whole thing.

Most of all – and anyone who is in recovery will surely understand this – my greatest tool, and my greatest challenge, was remembering to be kind to myself. As I immersed myself month after month in my past, old thought patterns began to resurface. Self-hatred, perfectionism, disgust at my body – things I thought I had long left behind – became real and present again. I began to question whether I had made any progress at all. When feelings like that creep in, it’s the hardest thing in the world to be nice to yourself. Taking my time, allowing myself to admit it was difficult. Practicing a moment-by-moment awareness that I was doing a hard thing, yet keeping doing it. Exactly like recovery itself.

I’m still practicing.

A short while ago I invited questions about any aspect of Lighter Than My Shadow, or the process of creating it, an offer which is very much still open. If you have something you’d like to ask, please do contact me and I’ll try to answer it in an upcoming blog post. This post is the first of my responses to those questions.

DELETED SCENES

In the process of creating Lighter Than My Shadow, most of the editing happened at the storyboard stage. I didn’t want to spend time making finished artwork for a scene that might later be cut, so I tried to make all those decisions whilst still working in rough.

Despite all my best efforts, though, there were some scenes that did get worked up into finished artwork but didn’t make it in to the book. Sometimes they just didn’t flow properly with the story, perhaps went into detail that wasn’t necessary or interesting, or confused the message I was trying to get across. Sometimes they were scenes  I’d put in for sentimental reasons: memories that were important to me but distracted from the story I was trying to tell, and this example is one of those.

This scene happens after a difficult mealtime, when I’ve just thrown my dinner across the room and stormed off (around page 159-160, if you have the book). My Dad has tried to comfort me with words but it didn’t help. What did help was the wordless support of our family dog, George.

Deleted page 160

Deleted page 161

Many of the deleted scenes I look back on and am glad they didn’t make the book. I can see in retrospect how they were perhaps clumsy or unnecessary, and know I made the right decision. With this one I’m not so sure.  I can certainly see how it’s not vitally important and doesn’t help the story in the same way as the version that appeared in the book. Still, I’m still a bit sad there wasn’t space for it, to show more of how important George was in that stage of my recovery.

THE WALL CHART

wall-chart

With the time for faffing drafting and redrafting over, I had to find a way not to feel overwhelmed by the sheer volume of drawing ahead of me. I used a very simple formula: divide the number of pages that need drawing by the number of days I have to draw (allowing myself the occasional weekend, and a week’s holiday halfway through). The number I came up with was 12 pages a week. So long as I could stick to that target, I could stop worrying about the whole massive thing and worry only about 12 pages at a time.

This wasn’t quite enough to settle my nerves, so I made a wall chart breaking down exactly when I would tackle each section. Seeing it all laid out in front of me, with clearly enough space to hit the deadline, felt very comforting.

It’s perhaps important to acknowledge that this extreme level of meticulous planning is not dissimilar to the way I used to plan my meals when I was anorexic…