Drawing My Way Out Of Depression

Since the beginning of puberty, depression started flourishing in my mind. Some may even argue that I’ve been born depressed, but that’s a whole new story.

If you’re busy as hell, you forget about feelings and you simulate a state of wellbeing. You don’t have the time to be depressed, ’cause you’re doing stuff. This little trick works for a little bit. But it comes a moment when you are obliged to face your monsters. And believe me, that is a daunting moment.

The thing is that my depression must’ve found a rather rich soil, ’cause that thing grew until it became unstoppable. When you keep your depression in the closet, that thing grows. Once it finds a way out, that awful creature refuses to go back to hibernation.

Here I was, with my depression live and kicking. For a while, I stopped writing, which is my favorite thing in the world. I pushed people away from my life. I stopped being a social creature. Nothing would bring me joy…and I mean NOTHING. Imagine the most awful person in the universe and multiply it by 10.

But then my boyfriend (loving, caring and patient soul) brought me a piece of canvas, some acrylic, and a brush. Always loved painting but when life happened, I forgot the joy that drawing and painting used to bring me. I started painting right away.

It was a bit like a therapy session. The canvas won’t judge you. It’s just you and the canvas. And YOU and only YOU are the one to decide which colors and which shape can go on your canvas.

You can find the result below.

This is how my depression looked like. I continue to treat my depression with the help of drawing and painting…it works wonders. That is precisely why I am sharing my story. If you are in the same dark place, try it out.

Maybe it will also work for you, as it does for me.

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