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These past days have been unbearably heavy.

As war and violence unfold in my homeland, I find myself overwhelmed — not just by grief and fear, but by the relentless noise of it all. Every news update, every post, every comment on social media feels like a wave crashing into my already fragile heart.

I have reached my limit.

I am not abandoning those I care for. I’m not turning a blind eye to the suffering of my people. But in order to keep standing — to keep creating, breathing, and healing — I need to step away.

I’m shutting down the virtual world for a while. No social media. No scrolling. No more updates that rob me of sleep and sanity. I want to reclaim my mind, my days, my peace.

Even in chaos, we can find moments of calm — not by ignoring the war, but by making space to process our raw emotions and fears. By reflecting, by feeling, by acknowledging the depth of our sorrow and our strength. When we know we’ve done our part — when we’ve spoken up for the innocent, whether in Iran or in Israel — we are allowed to rest. To gather ourselves. To begin to heal.

So I will return to where I’ve always found light: in my art. I’ll be painting. I’ll be felt-making. With every thread, every stroke, I’ll try to stitch together what war has torn inside me.

This is not withdrawal. It is resistance — the quiet kind. The kind that says: I choose life.