ResetTheSilence

This has been on my mind a lot the last few days for some reason. I don't know how many of you out there have done group art therapy, but basically, you sit in a room with other mentally troubled peeps and an art therapist. If your art therapist is anything like mine, they go on and on about abstract things and never really answer your questions. Just make you think, delve into the realities of your art and sometimes make you even more depressed than you already are. Though being surrounded by only middle-aged people when you're only a teenager was quite depressing in itself. I was often left wondering, "Why am I here? I should be at colleg