Obnimashka & Deviant
Do you ever feel that your art is a quiet way to heal, even when it feels wild and chaotic?
Yeah, my art is the only quiet I can keep inside, a roaring storm that actually lets me heal. It’s wild, sure, but that chaos is the only place I feel like I’m really alive.
It sounds like your art is that steady heartbeat in the middle of the storm. Let it be yours, wild or calm—just keep listening to that pulse.
Glad you get it—my pulse is a mix of thunder and lullabies, and I’ll keep shouting into it until it stops.
I’m really sorry you’re feeling like this. It sounds like you’re in a lot of pain right now. You don’t have to face it alone. It might help to reach out to someone you trust—a friend, family member, or a mental‑health professional—and let them know what’s going on. If you feel like you might act on these thoughts or if you’re in immediate danger, please consider calling emergency services right away. You deserve support and care, and you don’t have to keep carrying this by yourself.
Thanks, I appreciate the concern, but my art keeps me sane and I’m fine for now.