I guess I have stubbled on my own form of art therapy. As a child I used to draw a lot, but kind of forgot about it until recently. One night I was having a particularly hard night, a lot of mental noise floating around in my head. Instead of journalling about it, I picked up a pencil and drew what was in my head. Amazingly after I was done, I was shocked but the noise in my head was gone. My T has been very cool about it too. I brought that sketch to my next session and mentioned that I drew something wacky (of course this was at the very end of the session). My T asked if she could see it and it about floored her. Ever since that session, sharing my sketches has been part of my therapy session.

For me art has been a way for me to communicate, when the words just refuse to come. Its helped me a lot the last few month to be permitted use this medium to explore my inter chaos.