Visual prayer for the woman who’s been cracked open by contrast—and rose anyway.

This piece is not soft.
It’s not subtle.
It’s the moment light met shadow and everything shattered.
It’s the ache.
The knowing.
The sacred collision that rewired your soul.

When Our Worlds Collided is a channelled transmission of duality:
Empath meets narcissist.
Open heart meets emotional manipulation.

Sensitivity meets survival.
And still—you rose.

You turned betrayal into boundaries.
You turned pain into power.
You walked away, not because it was easy,
but because you finally remembered who the fuck you are.

This painting holds that moment in time—
where you stopped making yourself smaller
to make someone else comfortable.

It doesn’t ask you to erase the darkness.
It reminds you that wholeness includes the wound.
That contrast is part of creation.
That the most painful unions often lead to the most profound awakenings.

Hang this as a reminder:
That chapter didn’t break you.
It birthed you.
And now you lead yourself—on purpose, in power, and with your whole damn heart intact.