An account of a 17 year old girl’s recovery from depression and mental healthy with the help of ART.
On a personal note
When I was a university student, I was going through a lot of challenges and difficulties. Among many, I had to learn to study and to retain information; I had to sustain myself so I had a full time job along with my full-time school schedule; I had a boyfriend who was engaged to somebody else; and my family was too dysfunctional to give me any support. I was under immense amount of stress and I could hardly keep my head above water.
I remember that I was back home with my family on winter break studying for exams when one evening I started to vomit excessively. I could not think straight and I was shaking uncontrollably. The next day, I was taken into hospital and was diagnosed with a nervous breakdown.
I was suggested to take time out but I did not want to do that because I was a late-boomer anyway so I started uni at the age of 21 instead of 18. It did not want to prolong my suffering.
My aunt is a therapist with whom I had spent countless hours as a child. She knew how much I used to love making art and so she suggested to use art to uncover my demons and terrors.
As soon as I started, art-works of the most morbid nature started to flood out of me. I was lucky. I did not need therapy, I only needed to reintegrate ART into my life. ART became my Healer and Saviour.