This shirt is one of the most personal ones I’ve made. It came from a place that was raw, ugly, and honest — the kind of headspace you don’t really talk about unless you have to. I was going through it when this design came to me. I didn’t have my meds. I didn’t have clarity. I felt like I couldn’t move or breathe or speak without it being the wrong thing. And more than anything, I felt like I was trapped — not in a room, not in a situation, but in me.

I’ve always felt like I don’t belong here. Like the world is a stage I wasn’t cast for, and I keep showing up anyway, hoping someone says, “You’re good. You can stay.” But that voice doesn’t always come. So I made one instead. That’s what this is — a voice when I didn’t have the strength to say anything.

The image is classic pop-art: cold, clean lines, a woman mid-tear. But she’s not dramatic. She’s composed. Just like me, just like so many of us who cry in silence while everything around us expects composure. The glitched-out lettering slashed across her face says what I couldn’t — IMTRAPPEDINHERE. No spaces. No breaks. Just one unfiltered message that doesn’t ask for sympathy, it just is.

This shirt isn’t about fashion. It’s about expression. It’s about wearing the feeling when you’re too exhausted to explain it. About turning something painful into something real — and maybe even beautiful. Maybe someone sees it and goes, “I feel that too.” Maybe they don’t. But I do. And that’s why I made it.

For the ones who feel stuck. For the ones who cry in private. For the ones who keep going even when everything in them says stop.

This one’s for us.