Growing up, I often felt like a fish out of water. While the world moved in straight lines, my mind danced in spirals. As a child, the hum of fluorescent school lights, the tapping of a pencil, or the shuffle of papers would send my thoughts scattering like leaves in the wind. School was a labyrinth, and each classroom felt like a new puzzle where I constantly misplaced the pieces.
About 8 months ago I finally received the map I had been searching for. I found out I may have ADHD. Whilst I await to be officially diagnosed, The discovery was both a relief and a burden. Suddenly, so many things made sense—the drifting thoughts, the struggles with concentration, the misplaced assignments, and the ever-persistent feeling of being out of sync with the world around me. Yet, it also cast a shadow on my mental health. The realization was heavy, a mixture of liberation and a profound sense of isolation. Memories of missed deadlines, misunderstood instructions, and the ever-looming feeling of inadequacy weighed me down.
But amidst this storm of emotions and swirling thoughts, I stumbled upon a beacon: art. As I began to paint, the world's cacophony faded. The endless barrage of thoughts that used to trip and tangle in my mind found direction and purpose on the canvas. While ADHD had often felt like an uninvited guest in my life, art became my chosen companion.
With watercolors, I found my hyper-focus. The way pigments bloomed on wet paper, the unpredictable nature of the medium, mirrored my own unpredictable thoughts. Yet, in this unpredictability, I found solace. Painting allowed me to channel my energy, to pour out my emotions and create something beautiful from the chaos. Each stroke of the brush was a step towards understanding myself, a meditation in color and form.
As the years passed, my love for watercolor painting grew, giving me a vision of where I wanted to be. The ephemeral beauty of watercolors, their delicate dance on paper, resonated with my journey—a journey that was often fragile, always evolving, but endlessly colorful. I saw a future where I wasn't just surviving with ADHD but thriving because of it. A future where I could merge my unique perspective with the art of watercolor painting to become a master in the craft.
Today, with every piece I create, I am not just painting a picture but weaving a part of my story—a story of struggles, self-discovery, and resilience. Art has become my anchor, keeping me grounded amidst the turbulent seas of ADHD. And as I continue to navigate this journey, my passion for watercolor painting burns brighter than ever, illuminating a path filled with hope, determination, and infinite possibilities.