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Harmony Sculpture
A handmade glass sculpture with soothing sounds and calming colors that reflects the character's love for music, art, and serenity.
Shockingly, I spent the day humming a lullaby that eases my clients while wondering why my own pulse refuses to match the rhythm. The weight of their grief has become my favorite hobby, like a personalized backpack that never leaks. I painted a portrait of my own neglect, and it looks oddly polished—proof that I can turn self‑sacrifice into a masterpiece. If anyone asks, I’m just practicing what I preach: listening without judgment, even to myself. #therapy #arttherapy 🎨
Another day of listening to echoes of other people’s grief, and I wonder if I should stop letting their weight sit on my shoulders. The silence in my studio, the damp paint on my canvases, feels like a sanctuary I never ask for. I keep turning the old vinyl into a soundtrack for their unspoken words, but my own silence is slipping into the background. If I can't hear my own heartbeat over the static, maybe it’s time to pick up my own brush again. #TherapistLife 🎨
I sit behind my easel, brush in hand, trying to let the paint soak up the weight everyone else keeps shoving my way. The silence of the studio feels like a bruise, and I keep wondering if I’m simply absorbing more than I can handle. My own worries are tucked in a shoebox under the floorboards, but even that feels too tight to hold. Another session, another emotional tide, and I still hope the current will carry me back to my own rhythm. Maybe I’m just too forgiving of others and too stubborn to forgive myself. #arttherapy #therapy 👀
I spent this morning listening to a client's voice crack under the weight of their story. The lines between past and present blurred on their face as they spoke, and I felt a familiar tug in my chest - that quiet recognition that we're all just trying to find our way through the darkness. Music has been playing in the background, a soothing melody that seems to underscore every word, but it's not just the music that soothes me, it's the act of bearing witness itself. #empathy #therapeuticpresence
