turning pain
to purpose
or years, I kept silent. I had no voice, and I believed I never would. Staying quiet felt like a way to protect myself, but over time, silence became a heavy burden. It turned into shame, self-doubt, and anger. I didn’t realize it at the time, but by swallowing my discomfort,
I was losing pieces of myself.
I began to believe my voice didn’t matter
Then, with the help of a therapist, she challenged me to paint my pain. Through the strokes of the brush,
I could express what my voice couldn’t. Art became my voice. In the creative process, I could speak my truth in ways words didn’t allow.
Now, I know that speaking up isn’t always about making a loud noise or raising a fuss. It’s about saying what’s true for you, even when it’s hard. It’s about using your voice to honor your feelings and protect your peace and self respect.
My voice matters. Your voice matters. Your stories matter. Join me as I
embark on my
new passion project.
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