The Art of Hope

The Story

In October of 2012 I spent 10 days in the Psych Ward. My depression was so deep and my struggle so intense that the thoughts of death and suicide I’d dealt with for most of my life became an immediate and pressing demand that I couldn’t get past. I couldn’t speak, move forward or function anymore. I was obsessed with leaving everything behind and getting to heaven; it was the only way out that I could see.

My anger towards God was overwhelming, because He wouldn’t let me out of this life or take away the pain I was trapped in. If He was all powerful and in control, He could’ve changed things, stopped things. And He didn’t.

One day, as I was walking around the Psych Ward looking for something to do, I saw that there were some adult coloring pages with crayons on a table for us to use…