I've got a lot of mental health issues that are probably not being treated, and haven't been treated for a majority of my life. Seeing a therapist helped, and got me some great coping mechanisms, one of which was a renewed interest in making art. If I'm feeling down, depressed, stressed, anxious, I'm doing something to attempt to control what might spiral out. It's worked so far. It's gotten me to make a lot of potentially mediocre, rough stuff. But that's the fun of it, to keep kneading the dough, spinning the clay, and walking further than you have before.
That got embarrassingly deep. Unlike my social life.