I’ve been struggling emotionally. Instead of boring you with the minutia of my daily battle with depression and anxiety, I’ve decided to show you the ink.
Behold, what is currently tattooed on my left hip. I know the picture not very good. Also, the tattoo is about 15 years old now. My body has been through a lot since getting it.
Below, is the tattoo I am thinking of getting. In August, I will be 13 years sober. I drank for 14 years. That means I am approaching a time when I will have been sober for almost as long as I drank.
This is the goddess Etian. She is a Celtic moon goddess. Another goddess was jealous of her and turned her into a fly. She fell into a glass of wine and drowned. But she is a bit of a Persephone, because she was reborn and spends half her time underground and half on earth.
The thing that I really like about Etian is that I discovered her somewhat magically. I used to belly dance. One night my instructor had the class do a final project. She took out a stack of “goddess cards” and we had to choose one and then create a dance around her. I pulled Etian out of the stack. And she is totally perfect for me because my life was reborn after nearly dying of alcohol. So you see, she is my goddess.
At any rate, I am thinking about having her tattooed on my back for my 13th anniversary. What do you guys think?
(And yes, I did steal the card. If I am too well behaved, I freak myself out)