Alright, so this whole "psychology draw" thing. Heard about it? Sounds kinda… official, maybe a bit fluffy. I get it. I wasn’t exactly sold on it myself when I first bumped into the idea. Thought it was another one of those airy-fairy trends, you know?
But here’s the thing. I actually started doing it. Not because I suddenly became a believer overnight, nah. Life just sort of… pushed me into it. I was going through a really knotted-up phase, everything felt like a tangled mess in my head, and I just couldn't straighten any of it out. Talking wasn't cutting it. So, I figured, what the heck, I’ll give this drawing thing a shot. What did I have to lose, right?
My Super Basic Kick-off
So, I grabbed whatever I had lying around. No fancy art supplies, forget that. We’re talking cheap printer paper and a couple of old pens, maybe a kid’s crayon I found somewhere. My first attempts? Honestly, they were rubbish. Just weird scribbles and shapes. I felt a bit daft, sitting there making these… marks.
I didn’t aim to create "art." That wasn’t the point. I just let my hand move. Sometimes I’d close my eyes and just scribble. Sometimes I’d try to draw how a particular feeling… felt. If that makes any sense. It was all pretty raw.
The Nitty-Gritty of My Process
My "process," if you can even call it that, was dead simple:
- Find a quiet moment. Easier said than done, I know.
- Plonk myself down with paper and whatever to draw with.
- Try not to think. Just do. Let the hand go where it wants.
- No judgment. This was key. If it looked like a mess, fine. It was my mess.
I wasn’t following any rules from a book. I just went with it. Some days it was just lines, over and over. Other days, weird blobby shapes. Sometimes I’d use colors if I had them, other times just a black pen. It was messy, and it was mine.
What Actually Came Out Of It
And you know what? After a while, I started to notice things. It wasn't like some big revelation from the heavens. More like, I’d look at a page of what seemed like nonsense, and suddenly a feeling would click. "Ah," I'd think, "that's that knot in my stomach right there on the page."
I realized I wasn't trying to make pretty pictures for anyone else. This was for me. It was like a release valve. Getting some of that jumbled-up stuff from inside my head out onto paper. It didn’t fix everything, don’t get me wrong. Life’s not that simple. But it helped me see things a bit clearer sometimes. Or at least, it helped me acknowledge the mess instead of just letting it churn inside.
I remember one time I was super stressed about a decision. I just drew circles, over and over, pressing harder and harder until the pen nearly tore the paper. Looking at it afterwards, I didn't have the answer, but I understood the pressure I was feeling. And that, somehow, made it a tiny bit easier to handle.
So, What's the Big Deal Then?
For me, this "psychology draw" practice, as I call my rough version of it, became a really personal tool. It’s not about fancy techniques or deep psychological analysis done by someone else. It’s about giving myself a different way to express things when words don't work.
It’s amazing what can come out when you just let it. Most of my drawings are still just for my eyes. They’re not masterpieces. Far from it. But they’re honest. And sometimes, that’s more useful than a perfectly crafted sentence. It’s become a way I check in with myself. Just me, a piece of paper, and whatever’s going on inside. Simple as that.
