Alexis' Book

I’m working hard at it so as to get this book into print & sharing my experience to bring about eye-opening to the world.

I am hoping this graphic memoir will help begin a chain reaction in evolution! I know in myself, the great shift I’ve received by simply observing, and responding rather than reacting as our ancestors did. I hope my story will enlighten you!
If you’re interested in purchasing any of my work, please contact me at levelupgirly@gmail.com Subject: Website Commission
More of my work can be viewed and purchased at Etsy and commissioned at Instagram

My Book, coming soon!

Preview!
It's an graphic memoir, meaning, it's my life's experience, illustrated. ~These artworks are based on Mental Illness and Wellness~

Please, photos copyright 2018, 2019, 2020, all rights reserved to myself, alone.

My mother’s Vagal Nerve in action, at least 5 times per day. She told me I was the drama queen. If so, where did I ever learn it from?

self portrait, crying due to my radio being taken away and destroyed, and the 45s they replaced it with were 30 years old, already

“You’re so hateful” she projected at me as she shook my shopping cart.

The moment of birth is a death, as well. Long gone is the 9 months of slumber, peace, and innocence of pain.

My own mother couldn’t take my feelings; she had to extinguish everything that was me

My father had PTSD, was an addict of many things, and the rage of an army. When I stepped over the line he let me know how worthless his 2 year old was.

At 3 years old I was forced to ride in the back with a severed sow head. As the truck lurched forward, my brother and I shrieked and scrambled for our lives. My parents laughed.

Meeting my mom’s sister Donna

Watercolour and Pen painting of cords cut In the Beginning

THIS was what I had to look forward to? Ungrateful, unloving, and uncaring men? My role models weren’t worthy to raise children, they were children themselves.

Watercolour, pen and me

When they took us to the Church of Christ they promised changes, wonders, and miracles. What we really got was worried, anxious, angry parents who lashed out when we reminded them of Jesus’ advisories

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