This piece has been previously published in the first volume of Cathartic, Silakbo's annual zine.
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These striking images aim to raise awareness towards gaslighting and abuse, highlighting the internal delusion of a survivor. These wounds never heal over time, and it’s never easy to just “get a grip” and move forward.
the tragedy wasn’t found in the uproar of the deep blue with which its crescendos supposedly meant to overpower that of the voices it wasn’t in the silence casted, kissing t
I've been struggling, in the constant cycle of denying & living with my mental illness And art has always paved way for self-care, and somehow, healing I truly believe i
only when you stay awake late enough can you hear the sound of daybreak, a town slowly coming alive as you wonder if you still are you count every breath you spend staring