Art therapy has helped me defeat the voices that tell me I’m not good enough to be alive
In honor of World Mental Health Day, we’re highlighting stories from voices that deserve to be heard. These voices remind us that we are not alone. Never alone. #WorldMentalHealthDay
When I was young enough to cold-shoulder the world’s opinions of me, I was a pint-sized, self-proclaimed artiste. I white-knuckled my briefcase art set wherever I went. My mom knew better than to try stopping me from finger painting the underside of every countertop in the house. My class notes were peppered with curly q’s and gel pen scribbles and ambling doodles. But then the colors dulled, the brushstrokes faded, and I walked away from the proverbial easel for over a decade.