Art Therapy

A simple realization I somehow didn't arrive at until just now: this project is self-imposed art therapy. I remember my time in therapeutic spaces—hospitalization programs, treatment centers—and how art therapy was a basic fixture: drawing pictures, writing little poems, whatever else. When I started designing my website and really getting into blogging, I think my ambitions were more content-focused. After attempting a Substack publication and seeing how current writers create and monetize their work, I became disillusioned by the "marketing mind virus," as it were. I felt like I had to write something that was "valuable" in some kind of objective way, otherwise people wouldn't want to read my work. At the time, Cogito was a private diary; it was a way for me to express my thoughts in that classic therapeutic fashion. I could be as personal and as visceral as I wanted. While trying to write longer and more "polished" pieces, I struggled with them creatively because I felt it was…