My name is Ruby Walker and I am an almost-22-year-old writer and artist currently residing in San Antonio, Texas. When I was fifteen I dropped out of high school because I was depressed. One difficult, memorable, amazing year later, I was laughing and singing in the kitchen again. Over the next two years, I undertook the project of writing and illustrating a book about my experiences with mental illness and recovery.
What am I doing now? Working on my senior show at Trinity University. I am graduating this semester, so I’ve been pulling my life together and trying to figure out how to be more of a real adult. In between all that, I’m trying to stay sane and have a good time too. At the moment, I am primarily an oil painter who dabbles in printmaking and ceramics. I would like to write again someday.
What else should you know about me?
- She / they / he pronouns are all fine
- I fell in love with a boy, so it turns out I am actually bisexual, whoops. I’ll have to do a rewrite of my book one of these days… “More Advice I Ignored?” Or maybe, “Psych, Bitch, You Aren’t Done Realizing Things!” …. I will workshop titles.
- I post art on instagram @rubykatewalker
- Publishing a book about my worst moments of despair and trauma during my first year at university was a bold move and I’m pretty proud of myself for that, honestly. But the book also represents all my best, most healing impulses, so I ended up feeling some strange pressure to prove to everyone how mentally healthy I was. You know, 18-year-old horseshit.
- In general, I stand by everything I wrote in my book. I just think I should’ve
- I’m currently obsessed with the You’re Wrong About podcast.
- I once made out with a girl on the steps of a Baptist church.
- I got diagnosed with ADHD this year, so if you find yourself really vibing with my book, you might wanna like… get that checked out. Actually, I’ll extend that: if you relate to my book, see a doctor! I don’t see the fact that I never went to a professional until literally last year as some kind of point of pride, I see it as a sad mistake. Professionals know what they’re doing. I wish I hadn’t tried to work everything out myself. It’s okay to need help.
- Whew, now that the sad shit’s over with… I dyed my hair pink because I love Kirby.