Grasp

Earlier in my mother's recovery process, it comforted me to draw circles. I don't know why. They just did. Squares and triangles didn't bring me the comfort and peace I felt with circles. They were like little containers for all the different thoughts I had at the time. If I could contain black and red ones, I thought I could manage through much of anything.

I don't know if I wrote about this already, but through my drawings, I've learned that my "bad" colors are black and red. The worst color for me is red. All the browns and grays are fine. And there's a funny thing about purple. Purple isn't a "bad" color for me, but it's a color I don't like. I don't reach for it very often, and I have to make an effort to find a place for it. Maybe I should look up meanings for each color....

It's probably the scientific part of me that's initiating this interest, but I feel like I have a secret window into my psychological workings. Finding things about myself I never realized....

Have a great day.