I don't know how to ask for help. Even from myself. And in moments when everything was falling apart - relationships, work, confidence - I just went. Somewhere. 🚶‍♀️ To a museum. To a bookstore. To a building where they play an organ. Where feelings speak, not words. 🎶

I remember how after a painful breakup I found myself in front of a painting where a woman is holding an empty cup. 🖼️ And there is silence in her eyes. The kind that makes something inside become quieter. I stood in front of this canvas for twenty minutes. Then I went home. Undecided. But not alone. 💔

When I didn’t want to talk, I listened to Bach. 🎻 When I couldn’t look people in the eye, I looked at the words printed a hundred years ago. 📜 When I couldn’t think, I just watched the colors flow on the screen. 🌈

Art doesn’t give answers. It gives space. For pain, for silence, for breathing. It’s like a hug without touching. 🤍

Since then, I’ve believed: what’s needed is not a solution, but support. Not salvation, but the feeling that you’re not fighting alone. And that’s the power of art. It doesn’t say, “Everything will be fine.” It says, “I’m here. Even when it’s bad.” 🖤