A good few years back I hit a rough patch and sank into depression. I’m not going to talk about the reasons why, as I’m not about to go back to that place and relive things that I’ve left behind. What I would like to write about is the wonderful transformation that I went through that has led me to where I am today.
Drawing was something I always wished I could do. My parents are both incredibly creative and both can paint beautifully, I was of the opinion that I hadn’t received those particular genes. I have doodled for years and my doodles did have a sort of artistic quality. However, to me they were just doodles.
On the day I was signed off work I felt really low and I started to draw. I quickly realised that I wasn’t as bad as I thought. In fact I wasn’t bad at all.
But more than this I realised that when I was drawing I zoned out of the world around me and got a much needed break from all the feelings and thoughts that I was stuck with. Creating artwork soon became a therapy, an escape. Creating things allowed me to heal. Without finding and fostering that creative ember that smoldered within me I could still be in that sad dark place.
Creativity is such a big part of who I am now. I’m happiest when I’m making things. Exploring my creativity led me to crochet… and I love crochet.