The red threads are my series; from a lifetime of being bound, to the moment I learned to pull. Those who are bent, that was me. The one rising, that is me too. Trauma is not alone, it has stitched every version of me together with a single thread, slowly becoming part of who I am, trapping me in cycles of resistance and self-conflict. I chose red not for beauty, but because it was the one thing they could not silence. These ribbons are not chains from the outside, they are the prison I built within myself, out of fear, memory, and wounds I never chose to carry. But through confrontation, through facing every version of myself that was bent and broken, I found what I was not looking for. Freedom, not from the world, but from within.