I used to buy 17 cans of blue paint every week. I'd paint my cat. I'd paint my furniture. I'd paint my walls. My family thought I was crazy, but the therapists here helped me see that I wasn't the problem – the wall was. Now, I'm down to 3 cans a week, and I only paint my cat on special occasions.
Read MoreI used to paint everything in sight because I thought it was a sign of creativity. The therapists here helped me understand that I was just trying to fill the void left by my husband's departure. Now, I still paint, but I've found other outlets for my emotions – like yelling at the wall.
Read MoreHe just painted the whole house. The whole house. The whole neighborhood, actually. We're still trying to get the neighbors to stop staring. The therapists here helped him understand that his need for blue paint was a cry for help – and a great way to get free housing.
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