Today’s Art & Rethinking My Healing

I spent today creating, pouring out fragments of myself onto virtual canvas. The shapes, colors, and textures felt like small truths surfacing, things I couldn’t quite put into words but needed to express. Each piece carried a mix of heaviness and lightness, as if my inner world was trying to show me both my wounds and my resilience at once.

Lately, I’ve been thinking a lot about my mental health journey. For a long time, medication has been part of the structure keeping me steady. It helped me survive the storm when I needed it most. But now, I wonder if it’s holding me in place rather than allowing me to grow. I feel like I’m reaching a point where I need to re-examine, to see if I can gently step back or shift the dosage.

Because the truth is, medication alone can’t dissolve old trauma, baggage, or the weight of self-forgiveness I still wrestle with. These are deeper layers, ones that art, reflection, and hard emotional work seem to reach more honestly.

I don’t know what comes next, but I know I want to create space for growth, healing, and the possibility of letting go. And maybe my art today was a reminder: the things I can’t speak out loud still deserve to be seen, honored, and transformed.