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Healing isn’t linear and neither is creating. There are days when I sit in front of a blank page, brush in hand, heart heavy, and nothing comes out. Other days, I’m mid-breakdown, tears still fresh, and I suddenly find myself scribbling wildly, dripping paint, tearing paper, layering colors like I’m building armor out of emotion. I never know what I’ll get, but that’s the magic and the mess of it. Sometimes the mess is the message. I used to think I had to make something beau