I am a 25-year-old self-proclaimed Southern Belle. An abusive and failed marriage left me with anxiety and depression…and a feeling that my creativity was gone. As a child, I was always interested in crafts, be it sewing, crocheting, drawing, or writing. Suddenly, I couldn’t manage to do any of them. There was such an emotional block in my way. Part of that came from me, feeling like a victim.
Finally, I did the best thing I could: I got angry. After 3 years, I was tired of dragging that weight around, tired of having that big black cloud raining on me constantly. I forced myself to do things. Little did I know that the anger and frustration I felt were amazing weapons which started poking holes in the dark clouds, allowing sunshine to come in.
Today, the black cloud still lingers, but not quite as close as it once did. Once I let myself free, I learned that I never lost my talent to write or sew or crochet. I’ve also expanded that talent to the kitchen, eager to try a new recipe or experiment. I sincerely wanted to share the experience with everyone in the hopes that it may inspire you to let go of your own storms, or to learn a new thing. And most importantly, to prove that creativity lies in all of us.
I appreciate you reading my blog and sharing my journey, and I hope this bit of “art therapy” helps you as much as it does me.