A painful one.
I wrote it in here, in my blog space. Out of the blue. Out of the black.
I didn’t know if I was going to post it — I still don’t. It’s not the kind of melody most followers and friends want to hear.
According to verywellmind, “People who have experienced emotional trauma, physical violence, domestic abuse, anxiety, depression, and other psychological issues can benefit from expressing themselves creatively.
“People do not need to have artistic ability or special talent to participate in art therapy, and people of all ages including children, teens, and adults can benefit from it. Some research suggests that just the presence of art can play a part in boosting mental health.”
I do believe in the Arts as therapy. Therapy for loss, for pain, for confusion. In more severe cases, Art Therapy should be under the care of a trained professional, for there may be deeper issues than just sadness or loss.
But for me — for most of you — an endless doodle or coloring in an adult coloring book (gel pens and books or some great ones online) is just the therapy we need.
We all need to vent. To unfocus. To focus. To let go. To hold on.
Oh, it’s all so confusing.
I don’t know if I’ll post my poem in the future, but I know it’s here. Waiting. Thinking. Debating whether or not it should be shared with people I hardly know.
Tomorrow is another day. Another chance.