While working in the ceramics studio, I found that my life was changing right before my eyes. I finished several pieces that I would have never considered myself skilled enough to create. This being said, I had no idea the amount of talent and motivation I had to use this medium. My professors helped me stay motivated, helping me with advice along the way, and keeping me in the studio. I considered this medium a small part of my life for a long time but this semester has showed me just how much I needed ceramics. In high school, I needed drawing and chalk pastels to get me through my week. I would finish a piece in 3 days, working tirelessly to complete it. This has moved into pottery and clay. I have spent many hours in the studio, and have now considered it a safe space for myself. I have left a part of myself in that studio, and found a part of myself to take away. Without the studio, I don’t know where my mental health would be. When I had trouble with friends, roommates, family, money, school, I would find myself there. No matter what time of day or night, I was able to throw (no pun intended) myself into clay. Some nights, I would throw from 10 pm to 3 am, making up to twenty pieces at a time. I would not stop until I was physically and mentally exhausted, barley having enough energy to clean up afterward. In a way, creating and working with clay helped me to create an aspect of myself I never knew existed. This person is adaptive, unique, and can look completely different from the original form after time.