Let’s call this what it is.

There’s the one who survived.
The one who caused the pain.
And the ones who stood there and watched.

🩸 To the survivor:
You weren’t crazy. You weren’t weak.
You were conditioned to doubt yourself so deeply, you forgot what safe even felt like.
You didn’t ask for this. You didn’t deserve it.
But now you carry it like armor and poison at the same time.
That’s real. I see you.

💀 To the abuser:
You didn’t lose control. You exercised it.
You knew how to manipulate, twist, isolate, dominate.
You turned love into a weapon and power into a mask.
But deep down, you were scared of being small — so you made someone else feel invisible.

🫥 And to the bystander:
If you saw it and said nothing, you weren’t neutral.
You were part of it.
There is no such thing as watching abuse from the sidelines.
Your silence protected the wrong side.

Here’s the truth nobody wants to admit:
Abuse doesn't just live in bruises.
It lives in silence, in shame, in pretending everything’s fine when it’s not.

But healing?
Healing starts when someone finally says:

“That was wrong. It wasn’t your fault. And it’s not your identity.”

This is what my art is for.
Not decoration. Not aesthetic.
A signal to the soul.
For people who’ve been through hell and need a reason to rise again.

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