I think I have always been a person driven by creativity. Some of my early and happiest memories involve me drawing or painting. Crafting, DIY projects, drawing and painting are in my DNA. I am as close to obsessed as I care to admit. Let’s just say if I am at your house and you break a pretty dish and then throw the pieces in the trash, I’ll be the one crawling through your doggy door to go through your trash at midnight. I’m kidding! kinda….No seriously, I do admit going into our local Michaels® Arts & Crafts store and staying for four hours once. I’d felt like I’d been there for a while, but not over an hour, and then I realized the time……. 4 hours!!!??
I’m a craft-a-holic diy-crazy girl. However, this post is about how drawing and painting saved me from crumpling further into my illness more than any treatment or medication ever could or would.