From a simple doodle to a full painting, this piece carved out a sacred space in my heart. It holds one of the hardest truths I’ve had to face:

How long can you keep giving before you run dry?

I’ve always shown up for my people — wholeheartedly, without hesitation. But what happens when the quiet ache won’t go away? When your gut keeps whispering:

This isn’t right.

Even when your heart desperately wants to keep walking that same path,
but you realize — in a way that cuts deep —
you simply can’t.

Art has always been my compass, my refuge — a place where I find clarity in the chaos. Layers of unfiltered truths that, at times, I couldn’t say aloud, even to myself.

So I painted. I wrote. I wept.

And somewhere between brushstrokes and words,
I found my way forward.

This particular painting broke me open.
To draw it was heavy.
To paint it was shattering.

But its place in this collection is marked by its own unique blend of heartbreak and healing —
love tangled with sadness and anger.

To the people pleaser in me — and maybe in you too —
Let this be your reminder:

Choose yourself.

You are worthy of taking up space,
of filling your cup in ways that nourish your soul.

Honour your truth. Honour your heart.

The pain of change may burn,
but it’s nothing compared to the creeping agony of living a life that’s not truly yours…