When words failed,
when fear felt too heavy,
when sadness sat in my chest like stone —
Through dance and art, I let my body say what my voice couldn’t.
I cried through color.
I exhaled pain through movement.
I slowly returned to myself.
And through it, I healed — not just my body, but my spirit.
When words failed me and emotions felt too heavy to carry,
Let your heart speak — even if your hands are shaking.
Each brushstroke, color, or movement became a release.
I didn’t need to explain — I just needed to create.
Grief isn’t just sadness.
It’s rage, confusion, fear, silence.
And art held space for it all.
Through drawing, dancing, and intuitive expression,
I found pieces of myself I thought were lost to illness.
Art didn’t erase my grief —
It walked beside me through it,
Until I could feel light again.