The Cheapest Form Of Therapy

What does therapy mean to you? To me, it means making and creating art.

The cheapest form of therapy is art therapy. Art therapy, includes crafting, coloring, drawing, painting, pottery, etc., and is one of the most beneficial hobbies you can pick up.

Inspiration is everywhere, if you just look hard enough. After looking hard enough, I discovered my vivacious enthusiasm for the art of coloring.

To this day, I own about 12 coloring books and am in the works of finishing a full coloring book. I find that through coloring I am calm, cool and collected; much cooler than a cucumber.

Coloring simply allows me to be mindful, and allows me to zone in on the art at hand, rather than the extra white noise happening all around me.

When I first began coloring, I found it extremely difficult to stay on task, and I also found myself frustrated by how long and intricate some of the coloring books were. Since then, I have noticed my senses heightened, my attention span lengthened, a better attention to details, and an increased awareness of mindfulness. It also has helped me quit some of my bad habits! After about six months of effortless coloring, I am finally proud of where I am at with my own new set of creative skills. Slowly, but surely, I found myself coloring quicker, much more intricately, and much more detailed. It was not an easy feat! In fact, picking up coloring as a hobby was one of the biggest challenges I faced this year. Now, I color every day and make it a goal to finish at least one of the mandalas that I color every day.

There’s also something about shading, choosing a color scheme, and the feeling of accomplishment after choosing something to color, that allows me to release any sort of pent up anxiety, stress, panic, etc.

Similarly, coloring allows individuals to connect back to their childhood, something that I have realized has helped me in many ways. Channeling your childhood, during your adult life, helps keep things light and fun. Coloring has become fun, because I remember how much I enjoyed coloring, and just making art in general, especially as a kid. Your childhood is something that can be taken away from you, or maybe you just got old, however, it’s never too late to uptake your childhood hobbies.

I believe that your childhood plays such an important role in your growth, biochemical makeup, standards, values, etc. This is where you learn how to be a human, how to be good at being a human, societal rules, etc. Most people always complain about how they want their childhood back and want to be younger, but do NOT let age stop you. No matter how old or young, understanding the joys of being a child is something one will never forget. This is because every day is an adventure when you are young. For some reason, incorporating one’s childhood into their day-to-day lives has served a higher purpose and allowed many adults to have a creative outlet, which is something society rarely offers.

Similarly, coloring has been said to have many benefits as an activity, including increased mindfulness, heightened senses, increased attention span, increased attention to detail, overall emotional well-being, increased attention to detail, decreased anxiety, utilization of both the right and the left brain, assists in memory retention, and the ability to channel creative energy. It has also been said to help mood swings.

Not only does coloring have the benefits listed above, but it is also said to heal and assist PTSD patients, ADD patients, ADHD patients, OCD patients, and any average human being. Generally, coloring serves benefits to anyone who partakes in the activity.

Adults should not feel embarrassed to try this new hobby out, as they have come out with coloring books specifically assigned for adults. Lately, you can find coloring books at local grocery stores, gift stores, retail stores, book stores, and even boutiques everywhere. Places, such as Target, Walmart, Walgreens, and Barnes & Noble, sell an assortment of coloring books.

If you are looking for a way to kill time, a new hobby, or just a way to release some creative energy, pick up a coloring book from your local store.

Prices typically range from $4.99 up to $30.99, depending on which retail outlet you decide to purchase your new hobby. The prices on supplies vary, depending on whether or not you are using different mediums, and whether or not you want quality products. Colored pencils, markers, gel pens, and crayons are fun utensils to utilize when coloring. Of course, if you are willing to spend the money, mediums, such as charcoal, acrylic paints, oil pastels, or chalk, may cost a little more than usual. To keep it under a budget, King Soopers, Target, Walmart, etc. have fun, cheap colored pencils that should service those who are in need.

Wondering where to begin? Simply buy yourself a coloring books and some gadgets. If you would rather be with company, try a wine and paint class. Wine and paint class includes people of age coming together and painting, while casually drinking. As if coloring could not be more fun! While these wine and paint classes are not free, it offers a way for adults to connect with other adults and create art. A form of therapy that is underrated and underappreciated.

Art soothes the heart, soul, and mind, as it has helped me slow down my thoughts, and take a break between my busy life.

In this fast-paced society, it is hard to take a minute out of your day to just color for a while, as it is even harder to even catch your breathe. We are all so busy doing whatever society tells us to do. Well, this is society telling you that coloring, and/or art therapy, is the best solution to all your stressors and your problems. It is cheap, easy, and lots of clean fun.

Finally, remember, it truly does NOT matter what your age is, just keep creating and art-ing!

xo,

Aichan Tewahade

Call It An Autobiography

Simply put, I am an anonymous 21-year-old blogger, who is so curious about this world that I felt the need to share all my thoughts and feelings online. I entertain myself with blogging, hiking, coloring, working, discovering new fashion trends, and just about anything that soothes my soul (this list never ends). Some would even say I am boring or too eccentric, but my boredom and eccentric attitude are what have landed me on this page. I have made this blog, because, as Jonah Hill once said in 21 Jump Street, “this is my temple. This is where I come to find peace.”

Now that you know some surface level details about my life, I also would like to say that I live in Boulder, Colorado, attending the University of Boulder, Colorado, pursuing a double degree in Advertising and Psychology. I am a locally grown native of Boulder, Colorado and have yet to get sick of the beautiful views of the Flatirons.

Normal, eccentric, friendly, crazy, and bored are all words I use to describe myself. I will go a little bit deeper and disclose my deepest, darkest secret…I have been diagnosed with six types of ADD, ADHD, OCD, social anxiety, generalized anxiety disorder, panic disorder, and post-traumatic stress disorder. My diagnoses generally turn people off, as they often complain that they are scared of me, scared to trigger or enable me, or treat me differently than they normally would if I had not been diagnosed.

Though I have been labeled with these diagnoses, I do not want to hide the gifts or hide the unique biochemical makeup of my efficiently functioning brain. Though many individuals, including society, have stigmatized my “mental illnesses,” I’ve decided to not let this hold me back.

With that said, I embrace life. Perspective is the key to success, and one of the best ways I cope with my anxiety. Society spends so much time masking and shunning those who are considered “disabled,” when in fact, these labels are not disabilities, rather they are powerful abilities that I have been blessed with. Stigmas are the world’s Miracle Whip (no one really likes it).

My life can be difficult at times, but happiness is not hard to come by for me. In fact, I choose happiness; I do not look for it or try to locate it. The happiest times and the most memorable times are the times in which I’ve practiced mindfulness and perseverance.

At times, my gifts have served as a disadvantage for me, as it has been used against me time-and-time again. Lemony Snicket’s A Series of Unforunate Events could be viewed as an actual representation of my life, as it is a constant trainwreck, where I am always adjusting to change. My life may mirror A Series Of Unfortunate Events; society even foresees that my life will be an eternal train wreck, but I beg to differ.

Despite all these stigmas and roller coaster rides, I have decided to make a blog, in order to let people in and show how normal those who have been diagnosed are.

Things that are important to me are as substantial as non-materialistic items, such as family, positive, meaningful friends, pizza, art, nature, photography, making memories, practicing kindness and patience, and the small surprises that life throws my way.

It has been a hard journey to find comfortability and love within myself. I am not talking about just spreading love to others, just like you spread peanut butter and jelly on bread, I am talking about finding self-love. This blog marks the day that I have decided to let everyone know how much self-love was hard to come by and that I finally love myself. I love every single gift, every single “flaw,” even though I hate the word “flaw,” and fragment of myself.

Every day that I choose life, I am also choosing to beat the statistics. In fact, on average 98% of PTSD patients commit suicide. This statistic is a very important statistic for me, because it proves that anything is truly possible if you set your mind to it, this even includes self-love.

Self-love is never taught in school, though I personally believe it should be. Celebrations, including celebrating life and yourself, are not held frequently enough, especially in our society. Society has become toxic, constantly thriving off of the failures of others. We are all human, however, and deserve to celebrate ourselves, because we are all connected in one way or another.

I love humans, I love meeting new people, I love making new friends, and I thoroughly enjoy getting to know everyone. I also love celebrating people and their successes, especially in a society where we constantly forget to pat ourselves on our back, let along acknowledge one another.

The reason I love talking and meeting people is because we can all learn something from every human being we encounter in our lives. Whether the human is toxic or a positive force in your life, every human being has something substantial to offer and has good qualities. If you just look hard enough, you will realize how much good there is in the world and in every single human being. Though you may clash with many individuals in your life and you may have some hate left for certain people in your heart, no human is truly bad to the bone.

Seeing the world in just black-and-white, just as good vs. bad, is a clouded, and distorted way to view your life. You miss out on opportunities to forgive, opportunities to make more memories, expand your horizons, and most importantly, miss out on truly finding love within yourself and finding love with others. It is always easy to blame others for your own faults, trauma, anxiety, etc., however, humans shape the world and make the world go round.

When you break it down, every single human being is molecularly and genetically unique from one another, this includes personality as well. I believe it is important to encounter every single human, including yourself, in order to truly live a life filled with love and passion.

Getting to where I am today was difficult, and full of many bumps in the road, as I still continue to struggle to be a better version of myself every day. I had to spend over 21 years dating myself, encountering people who I altercated with, finding hobbies, becoming self-aware, and becoming self-motivated.

As a child, I was enrolled in a Montessori school, where I learned the importance of kindness, respect, independence, celebration, schedules, having hobbies, and learning to be an inclusive human being, who should get to know everyone. Most importantly, I was taught the importance of kindness, how to be kind, to always forgive those around you that may have made a mistake, and to celebrate everyone’s uniqueness. I also learned how much I love art, how much I love to travel, and how much I still practice these lessons I learned to this day.

I am no longer discouraged by societal norms, as I found that basing my self-love on what others think of me more toxic than ocean water after an oil spill. Every day I live is another day that I can better myself, smile more, laugh more, and make more memories. It has become essential for me to take a moment out of every day to realize and count all my blessings, and to realize how rare the gift of happiness is. Taking a minute every day has allowed for me to realize that every day is, and should be, a blessing and celebration, full of surprises. Every day is full of presents for me, and I have realized that the more that you look for and acknowledge the simple, synchronistic, and beautiful things in life, the more life will gift them to you.

I face fear every day, however, my fear used to be based on what others thought about me. Now, I face more rational substantial fears, involving how much more I can challenge myself to make my day better, whether or not I am budgeting enough, whether or not I should call in sick to work, what I want to wear today, or whether or not I should even finish college.

I strive to be the most raw, real, and resourceful human being to those around me. My curiosity for the world is what combats my six types of ADD, ADHD, OCD, generalized anxiety disorder, panic disorder, social anxiety, and PTSD. All of those words put into one sentence brings fear to not only me, but to my team of therapists. I, unfortunately, am asked on a daily basis how I am able to wake up every morning and simply just live. This question is mind boggling, because living can be as simple as just breathing and opening your eyes. To me, when you break everything down, life is the simplest gift that has graced my presence. I choose to live, because I am afraid of not living.

The definition of life is very interchangable. Personally, “living” involves daily adventures with myself or my friends, engaging in constructive behavior, going to work, being responsible, passing on kindness, and being a support system for someone else.

The only fear I face is the fear that my mental diagnoses will be used as a hindrance towards my success, or may stop me from living a “normal” life. I can not say my life is not difficult and/or hard at times, because it truly is hard to live with my unique biochemical makeup. In fact, it took me years to figure out how to live with such an active mind and how to manage my stress when I truly do have more issues than Vogue.

Instead of hiding in the dark, I’ve finally decided to test my own courage by releasing my biggest secrets to the public. It’s not quite opposite day, and I can not take this blog post back, just like I can not take back my mental diagnoses. These labels no longer define me, but are used as tools to my advantage.

My life motto is, “life is life, you have got to face reality.” You can not choose the cards life hands you, but you can take the cards life hands and try to find solutions to make it better. Trying is better than never trying at all, as “what if?” is a constant question that runs through my brain. Choose life and give me a chance to let you into my complicated, distorted, adventurous world.

~Always remember that no one, but yourself, defines you. No one but yourself can dictate your happines!s ~

~Even if your cheerios get peed on in the morning, eat it well and eat it all! ~

xo,

Aichan Tewahade