Psychology Today | 25.11.2025 00:07
The faces told the story long before anyone spoke. In my evening art therapy class, the room glowed with the dim amber light of a winter sunset, but the students looked washed in grey. Eyes heavy. Bodies slumped. Expressions drifting somewhere between weary and defeated. These are graduate students who usually enter class buzzing with creative energy, swapping stories from their practicum sites, passing around charcoal sticks and water pens like candy. But that night, the spark was gone. When I asked them how they were feeling, one student whispered, “I’m trying… I’m just trying to make it through the holidays.”
