LEARNING TO EXPRESS MYSELF THROUGH WRITING DIDN’T COME EASILY
And creativity? I used to think it was such a waste of time.
But there came a day when I had nowhere else to turn but the opposite direction of my logical, rational, gut-it-out patterns in life. Chronic illness and pain will do that.
That’s when I found journaling. Or, should I say… journaling found me. Because once I finally sent out that first truly vulnerable cry for help, my world changed.
Now, somewhere in the middle of pen, paint and page, every single day, I find the wisdom I need for all of life’s challenges.
Instead of avoiding emotions, I embrace them with a compassionate, “I see you”. Leading to the transformation of a downward spiral of chronic illness, anxiety, and hardened striving.
JUST ANOTHER INQUISITIVE EVOLVING HUMAN AT PLAY IN THE FIELD OF LIFE
And now? More joy than I could ever have imagined. With my dearest of friends by my side: a lined spiral bound notebook, a Pilot G-2 pen, assorted jars of paint, and scraps of colorful collage. Who knew?