You don’t post photos—you post soul.

This isn’t ‘sexy’ content—it’s the kind of art that makes your therapist whisper ‘…are you okay?’

I saw a tattoo map of my trauma on my collarbone last Tuesday.

No likes. No shares. Just one silent frame where the smoke curled into ‘The Quiet Rebellion’ and I cried… quietly.

You don’t pay for this—you become it.

So… what does this image make you feel? (Comment below before your next therapy session.)