For as long as I can remember, I have been creative... Carving wood, painting rocks, writing poetry in my mini notebooks, creating contemporary dances in my bedroom, and so on so forth.

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My creativity was nurtured, but eventually became dormant by the development of a variety of health conditions. Slowly, I began to lose sight of my creative side, losing many of my abilities to these disorders. ​

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I had no energy, no motivation, and very minimal hope for recovery. I was not doing the very thing that made me happy - creating.

 

Throughout the beginning of my journey with my health, I had so much hatred for my situation. It felt like the world was crumbling around me and there was nothing I could do to stop it. As I continued on however, I eventually began to find peace with my reality. While I still struggle with a variety health conditions, choosing to accept where I'm at and trying to focus on the little things that bring me joy has greatly improved my quality of life.

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One of those things is art. Even on my worst health days, art has always come as a resource to me. My poetry flows through me and drips into my notebooks, filling them with my life experiences, thoughts, and challenges.​​

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