Self image before therapy

In my young age and early part of middle age, I was terribly busy as a wife, as a mother of two growing sons, one of them being mentally challenged, managing huge property inherited from my in-laws, working as a busy professional, traveling as a resource person, writing books and articles, delivering talks, speeches, presenting my research papers, being associated with quite a few non-governmental organizations, trying to search my identity. Being a perfectionist, I used to shuttle between embarking on self imposed heavy work load and my need for my rejuvenation in solitude. I came to know that I am carrying a lot of baggage on my back, containing unresolved issues developed right from my early age. I used to switch between excitement of creativity and deep sadness of disappointment.
In this image, I have drawn myself in a sitting posture, cuddling myself, crying (blue, swollen face), feeling helpless in managing so many things (garbage bags) surrounding me, being lost in my misery (black circle) and exhausted.
When I entered into the middle part of my middle age, I spent lot of time in doing accounts of my losses and gains.
I sought for personal therapy, when I came to know that in spite of my tremendous and consistent efforts to find myself and be happy, I am feeling sad, lonely, with lot of baggage from my past with accumulated unfinished businesses. I knew how to deal with one's negativity theoretically. I wished to sit in front of therapist and let open all the garbage bags and see the lost 'me'.