Panic!!! Painting and Peace...

So, the other night I was in the ER doing a psych assessment and I thought for sure there must have been cameras in the room.  No, I was not hallucinating, but I was completely mesmerized by what was happening.  This night I walked into room 6 and much to my surprise there was a woman there whom I had seen just a month before for suicidal ideations.  As soon as she saw me she ran up and hugged my neck in a fit of tears, "I was hoping it would be you!"  As she talked to me about what brought her to the ER  (OCD, panic, depression, etc), she pulls out a picture she drew and started reading from her journal to me as if she were delivering a monologue (facial expressions and all)!!!!  I had to force my mouth closed because it wanted to drop to the floor!!!!!  This has NEVER happened to me in the ER before and I have been doing psych assessments for over two years.  My patient had no idea that I am an expressive therapist.  She still doesn't know.  Actually she gives all the glory to Risperdal for "bringing back my art".  But it dawned on me that the vast majority of my thought energy/emotional energy and time have been almost exclusively devoted to expressive therapy lately, and that what you give your attention to tends to grow (for better or for worse).  I felt such a connection to the Universe in that moment.  And so grateful to my patient for sharing her story and her art with me.