I wonder if I ever wrote about my family in a little bit of detail. Okay, so before all this depression and anxiety and whole lotta, I was never ever close with them. Because of introverted nature I usually kept every thing to myself and kept my safe distance. I used to literally just sit in my room and spent my time in mobile and books. I was never really the type who would go out and play with friends. Well that went on for a long period of my life. That's why I never consider my childhood or teenage was memorable cuz I never took the effort to make one. During the depression phase I tried my all to open up and share with my parents, therapist etc. It took one year for that to happen. After deciding that I would be completely off of medications and therapy, I came home. I kept sharing whatever I felt with mom and dad. Sure there were times when we fought and cried cuz we couldn't understand. But they were right by my side all the times. There selfless love has so much power that it healed me better than professional help. I started painting a lot but then later I had an artist block. I was just so frustrated. Then I did a self reflecting project in which Iam making a personal junk journal from scratch. It basically describes all of me and what and who makes me that I am today. I am doing this currently and realised I began to collect all those funny and positive memories from my gallery and stuck em in my journal. It's so therapeutic and I found out about myself that "I'M A FAMILY PERSON". lol, and surprisingly my artist block went away and I have a flood of ideas every morning. It's like I have witnessed a miracle!!!!
Conclusion is MY FAMILY IS MY BEST THERAPY.
Frist time sharing a pic of my big hearted small family!!!!
My mind had literally left the building in therapy today 
Any therapy success stories
The worst therapy session ever!
