When everything hurts. When everything is just to much. I hold my head and I hide. If I can not see the demons, maybe they can not see me?
Face off. The truth of the masks and the pain it hides.
I have to do art therapy while I'm incarcerated as an inpatient. I can't begin to put into words how much I dreaded this concept. I even told the very lovely therapist how I feel about art therapy. She was very understanding - and surprised. Because no matter how I feel about the activity, I am here to immerse myself in all the therapies, regardless of my preconceived ideas.