March 8, 2013
I love Art Therapy! I sobbed as I spoke and drew straight pencil lines around a big sheet of paper. I told Therapist about the fighting with my sister over Dad's stuff and about being accused of lying. I retold our unproductive conversations, the listing of negative characteristics she labeled me with. Tears splattered all over the page. No flowing paint this week-No! Today I needed pencil and a ruler and precision. I said, "I just want to close the door on this relationship." And I did. I drew a door with a Picasso cubed face in the window.