March

Exercise: Write, Paint, Draw, Dance, Make Music

Month 3 was the month I discovered that creativity saved my life.

In the early weeks, one of the biggest lessons I recorded was how essential it was to create from my grief. I did not need to be good at anything. I just needed an outlet. I kept canvases ready, pens nearby, paper available. I could write at 2:20 a.m., paint in silence, draw lines or shapes without purpose.

This was not about art. It was an emotional release. It was a way to move feelings from inside my body into the world.

Writing was especially grounding. I wrote articles, journal entries, random thoughts. Sometimes they made sense. Sometimes they did not. But reading them back allowed me to see how my emotions shifted over time. They reminded me I was still moving, even when it felt like I was stuck.

Creativity became my distraction, my medicine, my breath.

Exercise for March:

Choose any creative outlet. Write nonsense. Paint messy strokes. Draw circles. Dance in your living room. Sing off key.

Let creativity crack open a small window of air for your grief to breathe.