reflecting on infertility
I had a long journey with infertility but it wasn’t well documented, mostly because when I am in the thick of my pain speaking, or writing, is usually too hard for me. It is why I have always used my art to express myself, to be my voice. When I finally opened up about my infertility here and then spoke my truth here it was only months before I got pregnant with Adelia.
The years before I opened up I would use photography as my means of expression. I once wrote in a journal I bought following a miscarriage and typed it up months later here, but truly it is not my best writing. Mostly I was just cussing and crying and writing only made me focus on my pain. Yet somehow when I photographed it allowed me to step away from my pain for a moment. Using creativity as therapy has been something that happened naturally at first but the more I did it the more I understood it’s benefit. As I began to create a practice surrounding these methods I began to take note of what worked so I could share it with others.
I have taught many classes and spoken at summits over the years on finding your creative voice, the importance of creative exercise and working on personal projects for yourself. But none of those has as much of a personal place in my heart as the new class I am in the process of writing, Creative Therapy.