Why I Create When I’m Hurting

Sometimes when words fail me, I create.

In these Low days, I don't create because I’m inspired—but because I’m hurting or mad.

There are some emotions too heavy to carry silently, too tangled to explain out loud. Feelings that don’t want to be fixed, only released. That’s when my hands begin to move.

I write. I craft. I make something from the ache so it doesn’t stay trapped inside me.

Creation became my language when pain stole my voice. And the Gateway to make someone else smile, which always makes me feel better.

I don’t create to make something perfect. Because perfection has no place in this world. I am not perfect and everything I create is a reflection of me. Perfectly Imperfect. In my dark times, I create to make space.

Space to breathe. Space to feel. Space to let the truth come out without judgment.

There is healing in allowing emotions to exist without burying them. There is relief in turning pain into something seen. Something beautiful. Something that makes others happy.

I’ve learned that what stays buried doesn’t disappear—it waits. And I refuse to let my pain rot in silence.

So, I give all I've got to make imperfect beautiful things. Even on the hard days. Especially on the hard days.

If you’re hurting, you don’t need the right words. You don’t need talent or direction. You just need to express what lives inside you.

Let it move.

Let it exist.

Let it out.

This is not a weakness. This is survival. Find a way to release your pain.