Each sketch on this page comes straight from the pages of my personal sketchbook—raw, unfiltered, and deeply; me. These drawings are more than just art; they are reflections of healing, moments of vulnerability, and quiet milestones along my journey in the debris. I share the ones that hold meaning in making sense of the madness in the debris. The chaos and loudness that I somehow figure a way through with each sketch. They aren’t some grand master piece or worth a million in either currency, but its the art therapy that I need. To me, the beauty lies within the pencil stroke on the page. The ability to connect each line to another to make an image that connects to a deeper part of me, that even I don’t quite know where it belongs or what it means. But I share these with you, in hopes it give you a visual of your own possibilities of Beauty in the Debris.