To the creatives…

Whew, you all have been put through the ringer the last few years.

As a therapist and coach to creatives, as well as a human who loves other humans who are in creative fields, I’ve seen from multiple angles just how devastating, fatiguing, draining it has felt for you.

Strikes (go unions! and also, I know the lack of work was really hard), AI bullshit, the dismantling of funding for arts, the economy further impacting the energy you have for your craft, and specifically for my Los Angeles folks, the mass exodus of production from an area that used to be the safest place for new creatives to flock and now feels dried up and uncomfortably quiet…

…it has been a lot.

I see you. I see your struggles. And I honor the incredible nuance it takes to hold with hopelessness and hope all at once.

One thing I want to make sure to say is that we need you.

We need your stories. We need your creations. We need the complexity and beauty and heartache and joy you bring to the page, the screen, the canvas, the film, the stage.

Art is so much of the why when we ask what’s the point of all of this living.

It brings us into our bodies, into our souls, into the deepest parts of us that crave to be seen and to be known and cherished.

You, the creatives, allow us to know ourselves and each other better.

Through your creations, we are brought face-to-face with what it means to feel, to think, to be.

And the new creatives, the ones who have been working so hard and who have felt to feel seen and acknowledged…

…the ones who work multiple jobs where you get paid too little…

…the ones who work an unfulfilling job to pay the bills and are often too tired to create…

…this path can be arduous.

It can feel lonely and deflating.

And, there is also room for hope.

For that spark of knowing that what you do matters.

Thank you for the deep vulnerability in offering your creations to us. Thank you for continuing, even when it’s so fucking hard.

Thank you for being a huge “fuck you” to capitalism that constantly tries to shove down our throats that art doesn’t matter.

We need you. All of you.

You’re a part of challenging these systems that try to drown us.

You breathe life back into our spirits.

And you deserve a breath, too.

If you’re longing for a container where you can feel, be, scream, cry, dream…I’d love to see if therapy could feel like one of those containers for you.

I offer sliding scale and free consultations, so if you’re interested in learning more, click here to contact me and get started.

And regardless, I really do just want you to know: your art, your dreams, your stories…they so deeply matter. And so do you.