This painting offers a tactile representation of my inner tumult. I grappled with rough, jagged, and inconsistent emotions. I felt scarred, hollow, and burdened. It captures the paradox of my existence, where I seemed to be alive yet felt devoid of life. I moved mechanically, observing life from a distance, experiencing everything yet feeling an internal numbness. It was as though I was a phantom within my own body. Externally, this specter appeared untouched, but internally, every emotion was acutely felt. I would have preferred the pain to manifest physically rather than endure it within. And in that anguish, I turned to self-harm.
(Note: If you're feeling depressed or a danger to yourself or others, it's essential to speak with a mental health professional or a trusted individual in your life.)