I just wanted to share this.
When i was at my lowest i started painting on canvas to cope with all the feelings. Im not spectacular, but my Mother removed all of the art she had in the house and replaced them one at a time with something i painted. To the point where  my parentes house almost became a gallery of my art. She and my father would tell all of their friends that i painted it and would tell about the struggles that led to that painting (with my consent). It made me feel loved and acknowledged all while coping and breaking taboo alongside my parents and to this day i love coming home and seeing all of the paintings that are still up. I just appreciate it so much and with all the things I've been through both with and without my parents, it just feels so wholesome.