Art is at truly magical thing. It's there to help out in the moments where you feel lost, frustrated or out of words. Art is the epitome of self-love for the brain because it allows you to relieve the demons of your mind, or at least capture them in all of their glory.
For those times where you have so much built up and you don't know whether you want to scream or punch a wall, dancing is there to tire you out and relieve you off the toxic energy. For the moments where words seem to fail you and you do not know how else to explain what you're feeling, drawing is there to truly capture the essence of your thoughts. For the days where you can't speak and your overthinking, writing can turn those thoughts into something beautiful. For that moment where you can't explain what you are feeling and all you seem to be able to do is listen, music is there to save a troubled mind from perdition.
It's a funny thing, how little things can help one in whatever mental troubles they find themselves in. To me, art is my therapy. It allows me to relax and take my mind off things, even if its for a second. I will never be able to explain how important art is for me and that's the irony of it all, because the only way I would be able to express how I feel would be through art.