How I Discovered My Colors: My Artistic and Personal Journey

As a child I was a girl with few friends and a complicated relationship with my family, but like for many children drawing was my therapy, my way of escaping, creating my own worlds in my head and trying to give them shape on paper, it made me feel like I was some kind of alchemist or magician apprentice trying to transform an idea into something visible and tangible. I spent hours practicing, getting frustrated and trying again, I was never satisfied with the results and I was very hard on myself, maybe because I didn't have the support or praise from a family member, maybe that (and among other things) caused me to grow up somewhat broken, but I never let go the pencil.

The older I got, the more insecure I became. I used to hide my unfinished drawings, feeling ashamed if someone saw them and praised them. I still had problems at school and at home, I was sad most of the time and because of that I acquired the habit of self-harming, but I never lost the desire to draw, to continue creating. Sometimes I think that art saved me, doing my little "alchemy", I transformed some of those bad feelings into art and I felt that it helped me a little.

When I finished high school I was a lost, broken and confused girl who didn't know what to do with her life. I tried to continue studying what they recommended or what I thought I could handle, but nothing worked. I used to think that I was stupid and useless and that I was worth very little. Until I experienced what love is, feeling loved by someone who wanted nothing more from me than a smile, who treated me with kindness and cared for me sincerely. Over time I realized that until that person came along, I had been wearing a blindfold, I didn't see the colors of the world as they really were and much less did I see what I was, my authentic essence. I had been a plant that was trying to grow, but I had always been watered by envy, loneliness and incomprehension, but when I finally received affection, good words, patience and love... I simply blossomed. I stopped having such a distorted image of myself and I began to understand many things. My art also changed, going from being melancholic and dark (something I didn't dislike) to cheerful and colorful.

And I'm not going to lie, it took me a long time, years, to truly heal, and there are still days when those fears and insecurities come back but they don't hurt me as much anymore, I know myself and love myself much more, and that is extremely important in the hard path of healing.

This has been my story (very briefly), and I wanted to leave it written not only because it is also the origin of my small business, but also because I know that there are many broken girls and boys, who have felt in a similar way to me, and I would like this message to reach them:

''You are not alone, and you have to know that you are unique and important, even though other people may not want you to see it. Show your true colors to the world and never stop dreaming.''