creative therapy prompts

Tell us about a time someone hurt your feelings.

What’s one present you’ve always wanted?

Who were your favorite relatives?

What are your best/worst memories of school?

“How has art saved you?”

“Did you ever get into trouble?”

What was the saddest moment of your life?

“How would you describe yourself as a child?”

What is your daily routine?

“What was the best night of your life so far?”

Are you proud of who you are?

How would you like to be remembered?

Honor a family member.

What are you waiting for?

Where did you grow up?

Who was your first kiss?  How was it?

Tell a random childhood memory.

Create a postcard. Who’s it going to?

What advice do you have for other couples?

How was/is your relationship with your parents?

When did you first fall in love?

What makes you happy?

What was the worst thing you ever did?

Is there something about someone that you’ve always wanted to know but have never asked?

What was your childhood like?

What’s the highlight of your week?

Write a love letter.

What’s something you wish you knew about your parents?

What’s your word or focus for the year?

What does your future hold?

What are you (or would you be) giving your children that you wish you’d had?

When in life have you felt most alone?

What is a family keepsake you have or hope to have?

What are the most important lessons you’ve learned in life?

Tell us about a favorite or special piece of clothing.

What’s something you struggle with?

Describe or show yourself at this point in your life.

What’s one lesson you would give a married couple?

What’s something you swore you would never do? Why? Did you do it?

Do you have a favorite or important family recipe?

What’s something you really look forward to?

What’s a cause you believe in (or a charity you support)? Why?

Tell us about a friendship you currently have.

If you had to pick one single thing you wanted to do or accomplish before your next birthday, what would it be? What’s stopping you from doing it?

Create art around someone you wish you got along better with.

What’s something that embarrasses you?

A time when you realized you had the answer to something you were struggling with where you least expected.

What’s the best relationship you’ve had so far?

If money weren’t an issue what would you do with your time?

Write a letter to your younger self.

What’s the most daring or scariest thing you’ve ever done?

What’s the best gift you ever gave?

What’s the one thing you never thought you could do?

What’s your superpower?

Who’s the person who supports you the most in your life (emotionally and intellectually)?

Tell us about something you cherished as a child. It can be a toy or anything else.

What’s a family or personal tradition you cherish?

What’s something you want to accomplish before you die?

Create art around a time when you had a lot of turmoil and indecision in your life.

Take the time to create art around something you have been meaning to but haven’t done so yet.

What’s the hardest decision you ever made?

Tell us about something you feel obligated to do (daily or regularly).  Why do you feel obligated?

Tell us about a recent dreams come true – it can be big or small as long as it was a dream for you.

Tell us about your best friend or the effect of friends in your life.

If I had one day to do over & over, what would I want to do with it?

What’s the best advice you received that encouraged you to follow your dreams?

What is your favorite thing about where you live?

Did your life turn out how you imagined? Why or why not?

What’s your favorite part about being a woman (or a man)?

Create art around someone or something that you still have unfinished business with.

Tell us about one thing you’d change about yourself (physical or otherwise).

A time when something that then seemed small happened but then it ended up changing your life.

Tell us about your perfect day (either one you’ve had or one you imagine).

What’s a personality trait you admire/seek in others? Why?

Tell us about something that you always put off doing. Why?

What’s the best vacation you ever had? where was is to and why is it the best?

Apologize to someone.

What’s your favorite word? Why?

Tell us about something that makes you laugh.

Create art around a mistake. The bigger the more therapeutic.

Tell us about a time you felt unconditional love for someone or something

What’s something you wish you could do (something you know how but are too afraid to try)?

Create a piece of art around a memory/occasion that has no photos.

Tell us about something you’ve always wanted to learn.

What’s something you do or want to do every day just for yourself?

What is something that you turn to, to lift you up out of a bad mood?

Pick a photo that brings up some emotions and create your art around it.

Create art around a secret you’ve been keeping (hidden journaling is fine)

Tell us about the last time you were up all night.

What’s your favorite poem? Why?

If you got to write a book/movie/song what would it be about?

What’s something about the way you live your life that doesn’t align with who you are?

Tell us about a BIG dream you want to achieve (aim high!)

What was the best moment of your life (so far)?

What’s the best advice anyone ever gave you?

What’s a principle you firmly believe?

What was a dream you had as a child (about your future) did it come true or not?  If it did, was it what you hoped it would be?  If it didn’t, are you disappointed?

Tell us about something you don’t appreciate enough (something that you take for granted).

Today you get an extra hour, what will you spend that time on?

Tell us about a time you lied.

What’s your philosophy of life?

What’s a song that brings back a memory? Write about the memory too.

If you had unlimited money to buy someone you know something, what would you buy and for whom?

What’s your most prized possession?

What’s a novel that has impacted your life and why?

What’s a decision you made that ended up determining the direction of your life?

Who’s someone you admire/look up to?

What’s a negative behavior or habit you have overcome?

Create art around a painful memory.

What’s one talent/ability you wish you had?

What’s something you fear?

What’s something that inspires you?

What’s something you collect or hoard?

What’s your biggest accomplishment?

What’s your first memory of love?

How do you feel about your name?

Create art around one of your quirks/idiosyncrasies.

What’s your favorite place in your house, why?

What’s the one quality you look for in a romantic partner?

What’s your dream home?

What’s your happiest memory?

What’s the one lesson you’d want to teach your children (if you had them)?

Thank someone.

If you could do something to make a big impact on the world, what would it be?

What’s your first memory?

Someone you miss (it could be a childhood friend or a grandparent, etc.)

What’s something you’re pessimistic about?

What is your guilty pleasure and why does it make you feel guilty?

What makes you, you?

What’s something/someone that really frustrates you (vent but in a therapeutic way)?

What do you like best about yourself?

What’s something to remember from your childhood?

What’s the best part of today?

What’s a place you like to go to find your center?

Tell us about something you lost.

35 Things to Do Besides Write (Which Will Improve Your Writing)

Don't be "a writer."

Writers write, sure, but you can’t be writing all the time.  Take a break once in a while!

Here are a bunch of things you can do instead that will have you coming back to your desk reinvigorated and full of ideas.

  1. Read a book you love.  Pay attention to what makes you love it. Is it the author’s word choice? The suspense?  The rhythm?
  2. Read something you’ve never read before: new author, new genre, whatever.
  3. Play with a child (or a bunch of children)yerin park sled

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12 Ways to Start Writing Again

Don't be "a writer."

More than two weeks ago, I finished up a one-act play–I did the final edit, hit the deadline, then heartily congratulated myself.
12 Ways to Start Writing Again

In the days leading up to the deadline, I was writing 3+ hours each day in order to get the thing done (yes, I procrastinated a bit).  Once the piece was complete, a short reprieve from writing seemed to be in order.  My current internship started the following day, and now that few days has grown into nearly 3 weeks.  Not cool.

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30 Reasons it’s Smart to Hire a History Student

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When my co-op advisor asked how my current job relates to my History degree, I didn’t know what to tell her. Not because the job doesn’t relate to my studies–it does. Almost everything does, if you ask me. On the transferable skill side, there is just so, so much.

As I sit at the tail end of my History and Communications double major, resume full of business-friendly internships and experiences, I can’t help but notice how underrated the History half of my education seems to be. It has helped me thrive in so many work worlds–from the public service, to high tech marketing, to education and tourism. It’s time we stopped overlooking the History degree.

Here are 30 reasons why.

  1. History students are experts at tracking trends. They know how people, strategies, and time-stamped statistics work (or don’t work).
  2.  …and, yes, they know how to communicate that information back.

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The 10 Undeniable Stages Of Getting Wine Drunk

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1. The “Not Planning On Getting Drunk”

You’ve just taken a delicate sip or two and are feeling classy and sophisticated, even if you’re only drinking 2 Buck Chuck. You’re pretty sure this is the picture of elegance and adult behavior, and feeling good about it. You aren’t pounding back shots and shouting, “LET’S GOOOO!” You’re so obviously beyond that.

2. The Refill

This is one of those, “Bartender, hit me!” moments, which I’ve never actually had, but always secretly dreamed of. But really, you’re just having a low-key night with friends, and someone says, “Want another glass?” Sure! It’s delicious, and when things taste good, why wouldn’t you want seconds? Fill ‘er up!

3. The Tingling

Alcohol, in any form, fills you with that warm, all-over sensation that, for whatever reason, I sort of picture being like a baby in utero. You’re just super content, kind of unaware…

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15 Signs You Have A Friend You’ll Keep For The Rest Of Your Life

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Many friends come and go in life, but if you’re lucky, you’ll have a good one that sticks around for the long haul. Your best friend is someone you can share everything with. They know your darkest secrets, your deepest fears, and they can tell what you’re thinking before you even know that you’re thinking it. Here are 15 ways you can tell if you’ve found a friend for life.

1. They keep you laughing, even when you’re supposed to be serious. Even if something is not funny in the slightest, you two can crack each other up at the drop of a hat. This proves to be very inconvenient when it’s inappropriate to laugh, such as in the middle of class, a work meeting, when you’re being reprimanded. Regardless, one of the most important parts of life is being able to find humor in anything, or really, everything, and any friend…

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16 Things Your Girlfriend’s Best Friend Wants You To Know

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1. I’m going to know before you know. I’m going to come first with the stuff that matters: her successes, struggles, joys, bad moods, qualms with you. This is not to say you won’t come first one day, just that you shouldn’t take it personally that she’s discussed her personal crisis with me before you get a text about it. (Down the line, you’ll probably look back and realize you prefer it this way.)

2. She and I are already in a groove. We communicate entire thoughts with emojis, know what the other one is thinking from a glance, know when and how to intervene in a personal crisis, etc. So when we start hilariously cracking up over something you seem to be painfully on the outside of, just let us have that moment.

3. I am the only person she knows she has to respond to immediately (with the exception of…

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MONDAY 6 OCTOBER 2014

Today would have been your 83rd birthday.  Oh what I would give to be able to just have the ability to call you and tell you, “Happy Birthday,” and express to you how much I love you and miss you.  So much has happened in the past 4 years.  I’ve changed so much.  Grown so much.  People have so much more meaning to me.  Ever since you left me, I’ve wasted no time in telling people that I love them.  Even if it has the possibility of coming back to bite me in the ass.

The next year and a half are such big years.  Noah graduates high school, Jeff graduates West Point, and I graduate with my undergrad degree.  Life feels like it’s battering me non-stop.  It’s crushing me.  There isn’t anything in the world I wouldn’t give right now to be 8 years old again and to be able to wake up early with you, give the dogs treats before breakfast, and drink your special coffee-milk with a cinnamon sugar waffle while reading the comic section of the paper.  Life was so simple back then.  You were my rock.

I try so hard not to be sad or angry at you because I know that’s not how you would want me to be, and not something that would make you happy.  The sadness just hits me out of the blue.  It’s like a great wave climbing over green lands and above the hills.  I stand on the brink.  It’s utterly dark in the abyss at my feet.  A light, that light happiness secretes, is behind me but I can’t turn.

You are apart of that sunshine, all of the happy memories; but, you are also the sadness that surrounds the abyss at my feet.

I’m stuck in between the two, unable to move in any direction.  Not towards the abyss or towards the sunshine.  It’s one of the worst feelings in the world.

It’s a feeling of suffocation, of drowning.

I’m trapped and I can’t move.

To lose…

“To lose someone you love is to alter your life forever,

The pain stops, there are new people, but the gap never closes.

This hole in your heart is the shape of the one you lost- no one else can fit it.”

-Jeanette Winterson

Nothing can compare to the pain of losing someone you love.  Especially losing someone to unfair circumstances.  No parent should have to watch their child suffer from an illness that racks their whole body, and very often snuffs out their little light.  The world is a cruel and terrible place, full of unwanted horrors and indescribable pain.

Every once in a while, there’s a person who comes into your life when you least expect it and impacts it in more ways than you can imagine.

For me, one of those people had the name of Maya Marie Pettit.  She was a little girl three and a half years old when I met her at St. Jude Children’s Research Hospital.  We had the same doctor in A Clinic and he thought our families should meet.  I will be forever grateful to him for that.

Maya was a little ball of sunshine right from the start.  She had a smile that could light up the room she was in instantly.  Every time she laughed, her eyes would twinkle and you couldn’t help but laugh with her. She looked at the world through the eyes of an innocent child.  The cancer she suffered from never took that from her.

The two of us shared a bond right from the start.  We were drawn together not just by both having cancer, but also because she was a young soul who needed an older sister as much as I needed a little sister.  Most of the time we were inseperable. 

I have so many memories of her.  I remember sitting out in the courtyard of Target House watching for butterflies simply because she thought they were magical.  I remember dressing up and playing “Princess.”

Maya had such a strong love for horses, just like I did at her age, and still have even now as I am twenty years old.  While we were both in the hospital, the movie “Spirit, Stallion of the Cimarron” came out in theaters.  That movie instantly became a favorite movie for the both of us.  We would lose ourselves in the wide plains, our hearts and souls running free with the mustangs when our bodies couldn’t.

That little girl went through more than any four year old should have to.  She always had a smile on her face though.  Our Make-A-Wish trips were so similar.  We both went to dude ranches and fulfilled our heart’s desire by being around what we loved and who we loved for a week.  A whole week of pure bliss.

Maya went in and out of remission for a while until finally she just couldn’t do it anymore.  I remember that day as if it was only yesterday and not years ago.  I was sitting in my living room reading a book when my mom came in.  I could see that something was wrong because it was written all over her face.  She could barely get the words out of her mouth, then the floodgate was opened and they all came out at once in a blur.  Maya had been in the hospital due to an infection.  Her family was sitting with her and she just looked at her mom and simply said, “I can’t do it anymore.”  That was that.  That precious, loved, little light was snuffed out by the monster that cancer is.

It wasn’t until two years ago that I found out from Cara that one Sunday morning when they were attending Mass and lighting candles, Cara asked Maya who she wanted to light a candle for and she said my name.

Even now, when I’m having a particularly hard day, music from the Spirit soundtrack will come on the radio or will play in the Student Union at school.  I know that even though Maya isn’t with us here on earth, she is with us still in spirit.

Personally, I like to think that she’s running with horses just like she’s always wanted to.  

exhaustion

I am tired.

not for lack of rest–

no, I slept quite well last night,

and I’ve had my coffee.

 

it’s something deeper, something

inherently present, in the

fibers of my skin,

in my tendons, in my eyes.

 

I am exhausted,

fatigued by life,

by the noise and the silence,

the people, and

the empty rooms,

the light and the dark;

by hope and despair.

 

so worn down by the world

that nothing in it can

refresh my mind from the

constant buzzing.

 

I am tired, and there are not

enough hours in the night

for the type of rest I need.