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.
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