i battled a life threatening eating disorder for many years of my young life and struggled with mental health as i dealt with multiple chronic illnesses and trauma. in my darkest moments, God brought me my purest form of light- art. i didn't know then that painting would become more to me than just a piece of paper and a brush. expressing my emotions and channeling them into works of art is such a gift that i cherish.
i often thank God that my hands are able to to such wonderful things. i love to paint hands because they have the capability to do so many incredible tasks, yet so many destructive ones. it wasn't until i decided to use my hands for the labors they were intended that i realized my true purpose. to be truly happy and help others through their journey to creating a beautiful life for themselves. to show others how God can bring you out of deep, weeded holes and grow beautiful flowers in its place.
Leo Tolstoy said that "if you want to be truly happy, be". you hold the choice to being happy, or not. and after years of not allowing myself that privilege, i choose to be happy.