These pieces are a summer tribute to all the wounds that never heal (or that we won’t let heal) – that we’re forced to learn to live with and tolerate. For me personally, living with a genetic chronic pain condition as well as my severe mental illness has made me experience every kind of pain there is – physically and emotionally. People understand pain when it’s physical, when you can pinpoint the reason from an x-ray or see the blood as proof. I’ve lived with excruciating physical pain since the day I was born, but the emotional turmoil from my mental illness is nothing in comparison. Wounds that are visible to the naked eye aren’t more valid because they’re gushing blood everywhere and it’s painfully difficult to make others understand that.
Words & illustrations by Panteha Aberashi.
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