Finding My Way Back to Writing & Painting

For years, I poured love and nourishment into areas of my life, ignoring the toll they took on me and venting my frustration and anger through writing and painting.

Initially, painting and writing were my escapes from the harsh realities and disappointments I faced. They were my sanctuary, a place where I could pour out my soul without fear of judgment.

However, as life became more demanding, I convinced myself that I needed to be more vocal, to confront my challenges head-on without relying on my creative outlets.

I believed that by doing so, I would become stronger and more resilient. But in reality, I was depriving myself of the very activities that brought me peace and clarity.

Writing returned to my life almost a year ago, unexpectedly but warmly welcomed. The act of putting pen to paper or fingers to keyboard felt like reuniting with an old friend.

Words flowed out of me, bringing with them a sense of relief and understanding that I had missed. It was then that I realized how much I needed this form of expression.

Recently, I also found my way back to painting. As I picked up the brush and dipped it into the colours, I felt a wave of emotions wash over me.

Each stroke on the canvas was therapeutic, and each blend of colour was a reminder of the beauty I had forgotten. Painting allowed me to process my thoughts and emotions in a way that words alone couldn’t.

Through this journey of rediscovery, I came to a profound realization: some things are simply not worth my time and energy. I had spent years investing in relationships and situations that drained me, often taking out my frustration and anger on my writing and painting.

I neglected my own needs, trying to please others and meet their expectations. But no matter how much love and care you offer, some people will always find a way to criticize and belittle your efforts.

Art, on the other hand, is different. My paintings and writings don’t judge me. They don’t complain or criticize.

When I pour my energy and effort into them, they blossom and radiate positivity. They reflect my innermost thoughts and emotions, providing a sense of accomplishment and fulfilment that is hard to find elsewhere.

I also learned that years of bonds can break in a minute, leaving you to grieve and pick up the pieces. It’s a harsh truth, but one that taught me the importance of prioritizing my health and happiness. Life is too short to waste on things that don’t bring joy and meaning.

So, I urge you to give your time to what truly matters. Reconnect with the passions that bring you joy. Whether it’s painting, writing, or any other form of expression, make time for it in your life.

Prioritize your health and happiness above all else, because at the end of the day, you are the one who has to live with the choices you make.

Returning to painting and writing has been a journey of self-discovery and healing for me. It has reminded me of the importance of staying true to myself and nurturing the things that make me happy.

I hope that by sharing my story, you too will be inspired to reconnect with your passions and prioritise your well-being.

– eika ©