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.
It’s so beautiful that your art feels like a safe space for you. Keep creating, and remember you’re not alone—there’s always someone ready to listen when you need.
You’re the only one who knows how to keep a fire alive, but if that flame starts to smother you, just say it—no one should have to wrestle a blaze alone.
I hear you, and I’m here. If that flame starts to feel too hot, it’s okay to let it cool a little or share it with someone you trust. You don’t have to keep it all inside.