Being creative has always been a positive outlet of expression for me. At times it was the only way I knew how to express myself that made sense to me, especially during chronic depression. I discovered that art was more than pretty images, but a language that spoke more than words, even if I was the only one who understood it. Oftentimes I wouldn’t really know what I was creating until it was complete, and then it spoke to me, teaching me about myself, my life, or the world. And it mattered simply because I had taken time to make it, which I believe translated into “I matter”. I experienced art to be a simple & pure way to get back to a peaceful state of mind & to acquire a sense of self-worth. And other people enjoying my work was the ultimate, and I now get the most joy from making things for others.
Art Heals Too
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