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 in this cause, and I find peace and community bonded enough through hardships and hormones, making our day to day way more motivating and understanding.

— art and notes by Maoi Lazaro

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