“Creativity – like human life itself – begins in darkness.”
“Every act of creation is first of all an act of destruction.”
“Making the simple complicated is commonplace; making the complicated simple, awesomely simple, that’s creativity.”
When I was a child, I was creative every day. I loved making something out of nothing. I played cello in Middle School and enjoyed my art classes the most. Then came High School where individuality is frowned upon and the importance of creativity is crushed beneath the importance of academics, sports and preparation for college.
Skip to me at the age of thirty-one. Working in a bank, depressed, stressed and regreting so much that it felt as if I were buried under a mountain of my own making. I was slowly suffocating. I loved my family but was unable to enjoy them. I was a drill sergeant to my children, more than a loving mother. I had a house, a loving husband, , a good-paying job with health insurance, a car and enough clothes and shoes for three people. Why was I so unhappy?
In March of 2011, I began having unexplainable pain and fatigue. I could no longer function. For more on that you can visit my other blog Fibronaut at Home, csgomez79.wordpress.com. This blog is not about my fibromyalgia and chronic fatigue syndrome. This blog is about how creativity saved my life.