I visited the exhibition after a mini meltdown, and it brought stillness and held space. The works presented in the exhibition were hauntingly intimate. It felt like they were enticing me to stranger depths, to liminal spaces, as if, as if leading me to a window sill. There on the window sill I saw the world as the participants saw, as captured unflinchingly honestly and courageously bluntly in rawness. In the world that has tried so hard to destroy me, and to get me to destroy myself, there is a place to hold my hand and quell my fears, there is a place and there is room within me to see this cruel world as it is — in my terms.