So last week, the T asked me to write a list of reasons to recover, despite the fact I hate my body where it is and wish it could be smaller. So I wrote the list, and read it to her in our next session. She remarked that the list was all well and good, but how was it going to be helpful to me? If I just folded it up and shoved it into the cavernous depths of my diaper bag, and promptly forgot about it, then why was writing the list even beneficial in the first place? Hmmm. Good point.
So I decided to make this craft. I got a canvas and painted on it, then wrote my reasons to recover on the canvas, then mod podged over the whole thing. And really, it doesn't look very good, and it's only going in my bathroom so that most people don't see it, but at least I did something with it, right? At least I'll look at it every day and remember why it is so vital that I get over this and move on and finally live.
I kind of felt like I was inpatient again, (holy blast from the Sick Person blast!) in art therapy, doing some sort of artistic project that was supposed to, like, make me recover, and it kind of gave me the eebie jeebies! -- It felt pretty foreign, and I actually didn't really enjoy Art Tx much in treatment, so I'm surprised I went for this, but I like the outcome, and I'm glad I did. Crafty Brie is certainly emerging more and more! At least I'm putting some of this creative energy to good use, right?