I would sleep 8 hours every night and after breakfast, fall back asleep.
I couldn’t move. Felt heavy. Brainfog was my constant companion. I tried to rest. Tried to push through. Ended my days with migraines in dark rooms.

Only jolts of panic would get me out of freeze and into survival mode.
My battery was running on near empty, and my charger broken.
All life felt like it leaked out of me.

Not to sound all bleak, but that was me for the past 18 months.
I tried not to let it show. Not to fall off the face of the earth. I don’t know if I managed.
Also, not sure I want to make myself this vulnerable by sharing this.
But I wouldn’t be writing this and sure as hell wouldn’t have been able to paint this if I didn’t find a way to get better.

“Purging Darkness” feels like an accurate representation not necessarily of what I’ve been going through, but of what it looks like when you've made it to the other side.
Darkness makes the smallest ember shine brighter.

“Purging Darkness“

Painting (made 2025) - acrylic on canvas, 116,8x80,3cm (~45.6x31.5“)

Part of the “Secret Seoul Sabbatical“ Series

Will get signed at the bottom right and shipped within a week