I never knew I could paint. For the first 30 years of my life, I lived without any clue that this ability was hidden inside me. It wasn’t until I hit the lowest point in my life—through trauma, betrayal, anxiety, depression, suicidal ideation, and the chaos of untreated ADHD—that painting found me. Or maybe, I found it.

In the midst of panic attacks, sleepless nights, and emotional storms I didn’t know how to weather, I picked up a brush—and everything changed. Art became my lifeline. It helped me process the pain I couldn’t put into words, express the intensity I carried inside, and find moments of peace when nothing else could reach me. Painting has become my therapy, my sanctuary, and my truth.

What began as an accidental discovery has now become a deeply intentional journey. Every original piece I share is a part of my healing—each brushstroke a moment survived, each finished canvas a page in the story of how I saved myself through art.

I’m honored to now share that story with you. 

Thank you for being here with me. - Melanie