Consider This Your Creative Intervention
Do you ever scroll through your Facebook memories, stumble across posts from years back, and cringe a little? Maybe it was a time when everything felt heavy, and your posts reflected that—comments filled with frustration, negativity, and a real lack of joy. I went through this exact revelation recently, looking back at my posts from 2009 to 2011. All I could think was, “Oh my gosh, I was so negative. I was so miserable!”
Back then, I was carrying a lot—grief from losing a best friend, endless responsibilities, and the fairly new struggles of "adulting" that hit us all. But there’s one thing I can clearly see now, two thoughts that stand out the most: 1) Thank God for how far He’s brought me since then, and 2) Why the heck wasn’t I painting? Painting had always been my outlet, my therapy in high school. It was my way to escape and reconnect with myself, but somewhere along the line, I let it slip away.
Brushstrokes of Hope: Navigating Loss Through Art and Faith
Does anyone else find it nerve-wracking to share deeply personal experiences, especially when they touch on faith and trauma? It's like opening up a vulnerable part of yourself to others. These things really hit home for me, and I genuinely hope that sharing my story brings you comfort, hope, and a little inspiration.