"How is making art going to help me?"
"Is an art therapist even a real job?"
"How does this even work?"
These are a few of the questions I have received countless times regarding art therapy. So here I am to clarify with a few key points of what art therapy is (and is not) and how it can be beneficial for anyone who engages with it. Let's continue with our second point:
2) Art is an innately therapeutic process that when done in relation to an art therapist can have powerful lifelong impact on your wellbeing
I know first hand that making art can be life changing. At this point in my life, as a young professional just dipping their toes in the water of this incredible work, I have already met so many people who have told me about how art changed their life. The thing that may surprise you? MOST of these people would not call themselves artists.
I have spent a lot of my clinical hours working with high risk clients who either are stepping down from hospitalization into outpatient treatment, or are on the verge of needing to step into residential treatment of some kind. Almost every individual I have done art therapy with who has gone inpatient for mental health treatment will tell me about reconnecting with art for the first time in years. Sometimes this reconnection is drawing, doodling, or painting. Sometimes this reconnection is guided art making like diamond art or paint by numbers. Sometimes this reconnection looks like picking up new crafts or hobbies like crocheting or origami.
Regardless of how they journey there, each of these patients will tell me the same thing: "I hadn't made art in years until I was there with nothing else to do. Now, I do it all the time because it really helps me feel better."
This revelation isn't accidental or coincidental. This revelation that art making is therapeutic is one that has been studied, researched, and advocated for by artists, healthcare professionals, teachers, parents, and individuals throughout history. More recently, art therapy has become an established mental health profession. Utilizing art for therapeutic benefit is a specialized field, but it is one that desperately needs expansion.
Imagine if the medicine you took was not only healing, but the process by which you took the medicine was healing. Now imagine that medicine wasn't something that required mass amounts of money (though believe me and my bank account, it sure can), but was possible for any person to access with whatever they have available at any time. Can you see why I am so eager to make this work accessible?
I'll finish off with a more vulnerable story of sorts. I've had my own struggles with mental health. These struggles have fluctuated from mild to severe at times and I have been on countless medications and seen several therapists throughout the years to manage and understand my symptoms to the best of my ability. Even though I too am a therapist, the world can be a difficult place sometimes. Relationships are messy. Genetic components make my brain chemistry unlikely to respond well to stressors and changes. I am disposed towards unhealth which is why I am so passionate about becoming healthy for myself, and sharing this health and the road to it with others.
In the midst of a dark season of time, I was struggling. Really struggling. Showing up to work seemed almost impossible. I was sleeping a majority of the day that I could. I had fallen behind in my coursework in school. My relationships felt like too much work to nurture. I was depressed and I felt alone. I felt like if I didn't get this dark energy out, something in me would explode. So I started crocheting.
I didn't have a plan in mind. If you crochet or know anything about crochet you know that's not really how it works. Nonetheless, I didn't have a plan in mind. I created without judgment, without expectation, but out of a necessity to make something outside of myself to hold onto through the season. I kept crocheting until I felt like it was done. It took a couple days. The end product wasn't great. I stuffed it as a pillow (I guess?) of sorts. I ended up throwing it away when the season passed. But that process of looping each stitch after stitch got me through some really hard days. It got me out of my head. It reminded me that I have power over what I'm feeling. By the end of the project I was still depressed, but I was no longer feeling hopeful. I showed friends my monstrous fungi-esque creation. I marveled at its ugliness. I adored how horrible it was. Because it was only for me. I never posted it on the internet. I never even kept it. But making that ugly little mushroom thing was what saved my life and kept me from darkness for a few days. At the end of those few days, medicine had kicked in and begun working. I spiraled up. And I felt better.
I create because I need it. Because it fills me. Because it frees me. I create because it's medicine. It's health. It's wellbeing. It's what has kept me alive at times. It's what's given me joy, hope, and made breathing seem worth it. Sometimes, a simple curiosity for what this weird little creation is gonna look like is enough to keep you going. And that, my friends, is the power of art.