They didn’t hit you.

They didn’t starve you.
They didn’t leave bruises.

But they left you starving for basic human warmth.

No “I’m proud of you.”
No “You matter.”
Just silence, guilt, eye-rolls, and emotional shutdowns.

You weren’t raised —
You were trained to walk on eggshells.
To hide your voice.
To shrink when you should’ve stood.

And then they said,
"You had a roof over your head. What’s the problem?"

The problem was the cold.
The emotional vacuum.
The nervous system damage from never knowing if love was real or just earned.

So now you numb out.
You overperform.
You panic in stillness.
You shut down when it’s quiet — because quiet meant danger back then.

That’s not weakness.
That’s programming.

This isn’t wall art.
This is a recalibration point.
For people healing from houses that looked normal… but starved them slowly.

🜂 Live on Amazon. Etsy release coming.
– Printed in country of origin
– Fade-resistant pigment ink
– Durable poly-cotton canvas
– Free shipping
– Supports local business
– Built to last. Built to feel.

This is ArtHalls Gallery.
Not just art — emotional weapons for people who weren’t allowed to feel.