I am a stereotypical artist who can literally waste a whole day crying over a graphics tablet. Because of my trauma and PTSD, I spent years dodging heavy topics. The internet has become completely sterile and terrifyingly puritanical. Social media platforms force feed you this clean, family-friendly content just to keep advertisers happy. But you know what? Running away from your own demons is a slippery slope. I started drawing things that normies consider "not safe for work" - blood, dark themes, pure vent art.
People accuse me of romanticizing mental health issues, but for me, it is pure catharsis. My art isn't for the masses. I trashed all my old, "Instagram-positive" artwork because it was just fake garbage made for algorithms and clout. No community guidelines are going to dictate how I process my own personal hell. Art is supposed to be a purge, and if someone is mad that I draw sick sh*t just to stay sane - go ahead, cancel me.
