Bloom from Bone explores the fragile coexistence of mortality and rebirth. The skull, a universal symbol of finality, becomes a vessel rather than an end. What once contained consciousness now nurtures something wordless and pure. The flowers do not erase death—they emerge through it. Their softness contrasts with the harsh permanence of bone, suggesting that beauty is not separate from loss, but born within it. This piece sits in the space between grief and acceptance, where something gentle begins to grow—not despite the void, but because of it. Art copyright ©Yves Broeckx This is digitally created art concept and execution by Yves

I V A N I T A S - 2 - I
- Bloom From Bone -

From emptiness, something still reaches for light.
Not everything that breaks stays broken.

— The Asylum Art —
Art and words by Yves

#vanitas #mementomori #skull #bone #bloom #flower #cptsd #complexptsd #blueskyart #art #mortality #rebirth

Crown of What Remains is a meditation on the fragile illusion of power and permanence. The skull, stripped of identity yet crowned in ornate splendor, becomes a quiet contradiction—authority resting upon absence. The jeweled crown, once a symbol of dominion and legacy, now clings to something that cannot rule, cannot remember, cannot resist time. Around it, the scene deepens the narrative: the spilled wine suggests indulgence cut short, its dark stain echoing both ritual and ruin. The roses, lush yet fading, carry the weight of beauty already slipping toward decay. Candlelight flickers in the background—not as hope, but as a reminder that even light is temporary. This piece draws from the tradition of vanitas, confronting the viewer with an unflinching truth: all grandeur dissolves, all moments pass. What remains is not power, nor possession—but the quiet, inevitable stillness that follows. Art copyright ©Yves Broeckx This is digitally created art concept and execution by Yves

I V A N I T A S - 1 - I
- Crown of what remains -

A crown outlives the king.
A sip outlives the feast.
What we chase turns to silence—and still, it gleams.

— The Asylum Art —
Art and words by Yves
#Art #Vanitas #MementoMori #cptsd
#complexptsd #blueskyart #skull #crown #silence

A faceless male figure stands suspended between presence and absence. His form is barely held together—arms raised, not in triumph, but in quiet collapse. The body is suggested through frantic, smudged strokes, as if it’s trying to remember itself. Where the face should be, there is only a consuming void—dense, impenetrable, swallowing identity whole. The shoulders feel heavy, almost dissolving under an unseen weight. The torso bleeds downward into streaks of black, like something inside him is leaking out—emotion, memory, self. The figure is not screaming, yet everything about it feels like a silent rupture. This piece explores the moment when a person no longer recognizes who they are—when identity erodes, leaving only shape and shadow behind. It is not death, but something quieter: the disappearance of self while still standing. There’s a moment where you don’t break — you just… fade. Art copyright ©Yves Broeckx This is digitally created art concept and execution by Yves

I H O L L O W W H E R E I B E G A N I

A study of identity slipping into absence. Not loss, not death — just the quiet erasure of self.

— The Asylum Art —
Art and words by Yves
#AbstractArt #Expressionism #ArtOfTheDay #blueskyart #art #cptsd #complexptsd #abstract #male #figure #man

A dandelion seed. If you have Complex PTSD: Say it with me. I Deserved Better.

Journaling can be a powerful tool for managing Complex PTSD.
The act of writing helps process emotions in a safe space.
You will find every page turned is a step forward.
#ComplexPTSD #HealingJourney

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#ptsd #cptsd #complexptsd #trauma #posttraumaticstressdisorder #stress #nightmares
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Women’s History Month #BookChallenge #thewritewomen #feministlit #booksky
#ComplexPTSD #GenerationalTrauma
Books by female authors that you’ve read, and enjoyed or have left you wiser.

10/31 - What My Bones Know
by Stephanie Foo

Re diagnosis of #bipolar #complexPTSD

#ididnotmakethis
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This piece abandons form entirely. There is no figure left to hold the anger — only eruption. Crimson detonates from the center in violent radial strokes, colliding with scorched blacks and raw, exposed undertones. The composition feels explosive, almost seismic, as if the canvas itself has ruptured under pressure. Gold fissures no longer gently mend — they blaze like molten veins, charged and incandescent, cutting through the chaos with electric intensity. Thick impasto builds peaks and ridges, while scraped-back areas expose buried layers beneath, suggesting that this eruption has been building for years. There is no stillness here. No distance. No dissociation. Only force. Cataclysm Unbound is rage reclaimed as power — not destruction for its own sake, but an uncompromising refusal to remain contained. Art copyright ©Yves Broeckx This is digitally created art concept and execution by Yves

I C A T A C L Y S M U N B O U N D I
- CPTSD 4 -

No more restraint.
No more swallowing fire.

This is what it looks like
when survival stops apologizing.

— The Asylum Art —
Art and words by Yves

#AbstractExpressionism #Rage #TraumaArt #cptsd #complexptsd #art #trauma #abstract #blueskyart

This piece leans into the muted landscape of dissociation — the emotional fog that follows prolonged trauma. The palette is intentionally restrained: washed greys, chalk whites, and faint beiges create a suspended atmosphere where nothing fully anchors. The central figure is barely there — more suggestion than form — dissolving into misted layers. The gold fractures are delicate rather than violent, no longer jagged wounds but thin fault lines running quietly beneath the surface. Texture is softened. Edges blur. Depth feels flattened. There is no scream here — only distance. Pale Distance speaks to the survival strategy of disappearance: when feeling too much becomes unbearable, the mind chooses absence instead. It is a painting about quiet detachment — fragile, weightless, and hauntingly still. Art copyright ©Yves Broeckx This is digitally created art concept and execution by Yves

I P A L E D I S T A N C E I
- CPTSD 2 -

Not broken.
Not burning.
Just… gone somewhere else.

A body here.
A self elsewhere.

— The Asylum Art —
Art and words by Yves
#AbstractArt #Dissociation #Expressionism #art #abstract #cptsd #complexptsd #trauma #blueskyart

This piece explores the fragmentation of identity, emotional dysregulation, and the tension between numbness and overwhelm often associated with complex trauma. The layered surface mirrors how memory embeds itself in the body. Scraped paint reveals what was buried; gold-veined fractures suggest resilience without romanticizing suffering. It is not purely dark. It is not purely broken. It is survival — textured, imperfect, and ongoing. Art copyright ©Yves Broeckx This is digitally created art concept and execution by Yves

I F R A C T U R E D E C H O E S I
- CPTSD 1 -

Not the trauma itself —
but the way it lingers in the body.

Cracks that shimmer.
Silence that screams.
A self learning how to exist in pieces.

— The Asylum Art —
Art and words by Yves
#AbstractArt #Expressionism #TraumaArt #cptsd #complexptsd

Salt in the Air moves through the quiet ache of longing with restraint and depth. The upper field, dense with indigo and midnight textures, feels like a night sky heavy with unspoken words. Scratches and diagonal ruptures cut through the darkness — gestures that echo distance, fracture, and time. Warm rust undertones rise from beneath the blue, like embers under ash. They do not dominate, but they persist. Across the surface, thin veins of gold drift horizontally, delicate yet unwavering — memory as light, suspended between what was and what is. The lower half dissolves into pale, misted washes. Edges blur. Forms soften. The composition feels as though it is both emerging and disappearing at once — much like the emotion it embodies. This piece does not shout its sorrow. It breathes it. Art copyright ©Yves Broeckx This is digitally created art concept and execution by Yves

I S A L T I N T H E A I R I

Saudade is not absence.
It’s presence stretched across distance.
Blue like the horizon.
Gold like the memory that refuses to fade.

— The Asylum Art —
Art and words by Yves
#Saudade #AbstractExpressionism #ContemporaryArt #blueskyart #complexptsd #cptsd #art

You're not lazy.
Your flighting a battle no one sees.
#Complexptsd #ptsd #cptsd

#pain #SSDI #trauma #showmethemoney #complexptsd

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Embers in Bloom captures the moment where restraint gives way to release. A calm, pale vessel anchors the composition, while an eruption of fiery reds and oranges bursts outward, as if emotion itself has found a way to flower. The splattered gestures and layered textures suggest both fragility and force—petals becoming sparks, beauty flirting with combustion. Against the muted, weathered background, the bloom feels defiant, alive, and fleeting, holding the tension between containment and overflow. Art copyright ©Yves Broeckx This is digitally created art concept and execution by Yves

I E M B E R S I N B L O O M I

A quiet vessel holding a riot of feeling.
Color erupts, order dissolves, and beauty refuses to stay contained.
Embers in Bloom

— The Asylum Art —
Art and words by Yves
#AbstractArt #ContemporaryArt #blueskyart #Art #complexptsd #cptsd #flowers #flower #bloom

The Courage to Bloom is an abstract meditation on vulnerability and strength. Set against a dark, atmospheric field, the lone flowering tree becomes a symbol of quiet defiance—proof that tenderness can survive even where warmth is scarce. The work invites the viewer to pause, breathe, and consider the beauty of persistence in isolation. A solitary tree rises from a quiet, slate-toned ground, its trunk slender yet unwavering. Around it, the world dissolves into a vast, textured darkness—smoky greys and bruised blues layered like unspoken memories. From this restraint, the tree blooms in soft pink, fragile yet defiant. The blossoms are not loud; they are deliberate. Each petal feels earned. The composition leans into minimalism: emptiness as pressure, silence as weight. The contrast between the muted void and the tender color suggests resilience—beauty that does not arrive because conditions are kind, but because endurance demands expression. This piece speaks of standing alone, of choosing softness in a harsh expanse, of growth that feels almost rebellious. Art copyright ©Yves Broeckx This is digitally created art concept and execution by Yves

I T H E C O U R A G E T O B L O O M I

A single bloom against the weight of silence.
Resilience doesn’t shout — it quietly insists.

— The Asylum Art —
Art and words by Yves
#AbstractArt #Minimalism #Resilience #blueskyart #abstract #art #bloom #tree #complexptsd #cptsd #silence

Where Color Learns to Breathe explores fragility as strength. The flowers are not symbols of beauty, but of persistence — rising from a surface that feels worn, scarred, and unresolved. The muted ground holds history; the blooms interrupt it gently, without force. They do not dominate the space — they coexist with erosion, silence, and time. This work lives between decay and hope, where color is allowed to be imperfect, wounded, and still alive. Art copyright ©Yves Broeckx This is digitally created art concept and execution by Yves

I W H E R E C O L O R L E A R N S T O
B R E A T H E I

Some things don’t bloom to be seen.
They bloom to survive.
Where Color Learns to Breathe.

— The Asylum Art —
Art and words by Yves

#sbstract #expressionism #abstractexpressionism #flower #flowers #complexptsd #cptsd #art

Things that DON’T help me as a severely mentally ill person:

- being sectioned
- the crisis team
- the CMHT
- ableism and saneism
- stereotypes and stigma
- the news
- society

#Mentallyill #MentalHealth #Schizophrenia #ComplexPTSD #OCD #Mentalillness

make technology work in Colorado & California & Thailand 🇹🇭 & now back here in the bloody Kaintuck, where it's impossible to find a decent doctor much less a pain one.

#gratefuldead #letitgrow #Egoscue #kundalini #complexptsd

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This piece focuses on the male gaze not as strength, but as endurance. The eyes are heavy, angular, and grounded—carrying the weight of restraint rather than release. Thick brows and dark sockets anchor the face, while the black tears dissolve downward, as if emotion has found no other exit. The streaks are not weakness; they are evidence. Evidence of silence held too long, of pain processed inward, of masculinity shaped by containment instead of confession. The empty white space surrounding the eyes amplifies the isolation—nothing to hide behind, nowhere to look away. It is a portrait of what remains when expression is denied: intensity without voice, grief without spectacle, and a presence that refuses to disappear into the dark. Art copyright ©Yves Broeckx This is digitally created art concept and execution by Yves

I W H A T T H E N I G H T R E F U S E S
T O S W A L L O W I

Some emotions don’t disappear when you close your eyes.
They leak.
They stain.
They stay.

- The Asylum Art -
Art and words by Yves

#art #emotion #eyes #tears #complexptsd #cptsd #blueskyart
#abstractexpressionism #abstract

#ididnotmakethis
#ptsd #cptsd #complexptsd #trauma #posttraumaticstressdisorder #stress #nightmares
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This piece inhabits a universe stripped of consolation. A solitary figure crouches at the brink of a vast, desolate expanse, suspended in an eternal pause where time no longer moves forward, only deepens. Around him, countless shadowed forms echo the same fate—beings reduced to silhouettes, existing without expectation or release. The eclipsed light above offers no salvation; it illuminates only the scale of abandonment. Ruins stretch endlessly, suggesting a civilization that collapsed not through violence, but through the slow erosion of meaning. Here, waiting is not a prelude to hope—it is the condition itself. The work explores despair not as an explosive emotion, but as a quiet, suffocating permanence: a nightmare where love and purpose once existed, and their absence has become absolute. Art copyright ©Yves Broeckx This is digitally created art concept and execution by Yves

I T H E W E I G H T O F EN D L E S S
W A I T I N G I

A man sits at the edge of time itself.
Nothing arrives. Nothing ends.
Waiting becomes the punishment.
The Weight of Endless Waiting

— The Asylum Art —
Art and words by Yves

#art #blueskyart #complexptsd #cptsd #expressionist

My book This Is Not Me isn't a promise of salvation. It's a quiet companion for people suffering—who aren't helped by easy answers. It sits with you—giving space with trauma.
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Sunset Fractals is a vibrant abstract interpretation of a tropical sunset. Angular, overlapping shapes form a fragmented landscape where a solitary palm tree stands silhouetted against a radiant sun. The painting emphasizes emotion through color — fiery oranges, reds, and yellows collide with deep purples and blues, evoking the warmth, energy, and fleeting beauty of twilight. The composition balances tension and harmony, guiding the eye across a dynamic, layered world that is both natural and geometric, inviting viewers to feel the sunset rather than simply see it. Art copyright ©Yves Broeckx This is digitally created art concept and execution by Yves

I S U N S E T F R A C T A L S I

Drenched in warmth and abstraction — Sunset Fractals captures the moment a palm tree meets the sun in a kaleidoscope of color.

— The Asylum Art —
Art and words by Yves
#AbstractArt #blueskyart #sunset #palmtree #abstract #landscape #complexptsd #cptsd #art

Trauma shows up in your life as procrastination, resistance,trouble focusing ("brain fog") not feeling good enough fear of failure trouble asking for help scattered thoughts need to plan for everything fear of success

#traumasurvivor #traumainformed #complexptsd #childhoodtrauma

A bonsai tree Text: We are the bonsai people

We are the bonsai people.
It can seem a strange thought, but the idea that has stuck with me.
We have given up so much of ourselves to survive.
We might never be 'what we were meant to be.'
But, that doesn't mean we don't have value or beauty of our own.

#ComplexPTSD #HealingJourney

The Wind Knows My Name explores identity under constant internal pressure. The male figure is present yet unstable, carved by movement rather than defined by features. Streaks of light and blur cut through the face like intrusive thoughts—persistent, uncontrollable, anonymous. The work exists in a space between being seen and being carried away. There is no stillness to claim, no fixed self to return to. What remains is a silhouette shaped by forces it cannot resist: memory, expectation, noise, time. This is not a portrait of loss, but of endurance. A figure that continues to exist even as definition is stripped away—held together by motion when stillness is no longer possible. Art copyright ©Yves Broeckx This is digitally created art concept and execution by Yves

I T H E W I N D K N O W S M Y N A M E I

A body held together by motion.
A face erased by its own momentum.
Not disappearing—just never allowed to settle.
The Wind Knows My Name.

— The Asylum Art —
Art and words by Yves

#portrait #abstract #abstractart #art #complexptsd #cotsd #face

Rendered in delicate graphite, Salt on the Skin strips the figure down to presence alone. The sailor’s cap anchors the identity, while the bare torso dissolves into soft lines and restrained shading, emphasizing vulnerability over uniform. The drawing balances precision and restraint: freckles, bone structure, and subtle muscle definition emerge through careful cross-hatching, while large areas are left almost untouched. This tension between detail and absence evokes themes of exposure, youth, and quiet resolve—an individual poised between innocence and endurance, land and sea, before the weight of experience fully settles in. Art copyright ©Yves Broeckx This is digitally created art concept and execution by Yves

I S A L T O N T H E S K I N I

Stillness before the voyage.
A body marked by light, a gaze shaped by distance.
Nothing worn but memory.

— The Asylum Art —
Art and words by Yves
#Drawing #FigurativeArt #Minimalism #QuietStrength #Portrait #blueskyart #art #complexptsd #cptsd #sailor