The Creative Cure: How Art Therapy Saves Us from the Deadlights of Depression
<p>The shadows creep in slowly. Like the gloaming taking over as the sun sinks below the horizon, darkness seeps into the mind. That fading light, once brilliant and warm, dims to a cold twilight before being snuffed out completely by the endless night.</p>
<p>This is how the Master of Horror might begin describing depression’s ominous hold. For like the paranormal forces in King’s tales, mental illness haunts its victims, draining all feeling, meaning, and hope. But there is light at the end of even the bleakest tunnel. For some, salvation comes not in the form of silver bullets, holy water, or ancient rituals, but a simple paintbrush, lump of clay, or piano. Art, in its myriad forms, contains a mystical healing essence for warding off demons of despair when all else fails.</p>
<p>Sarah’s depression manifested as a vengeful specter, hellbent on destroying her spirit. Insidious whispers telling her she was worthless, unlovable, broken. The medication and therapy prescribed by professionals proved useless against the entity’s malevolent power. Sleep brought no respite, only vivid nightmares of her failings.</p>
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