My inauspicious start

When I found out I was going into hospital for help with depression and anxiety, a friend randomly suggested I buy a set of watercolor paints.

This friend, who I know through another hospital, thought being admitted might give me some time to myself to play around and express myself and my journey. Little did she (or I!) know, after being in for 2 weeks I’d pick up the paintbrush and not put it down…