Eeta Noire is a neurodiverse artist, writer, and designer. Currently a molecular medicine researcher in training, she documents profound personal trauma with rare clinical clarity, transforming those experiences into the Protocol, a structured manual for existential survival.
Before any diagnosis, including DID, Bipolar Disorder, OCD, and a congenital heart condition, there was poetry. Raised in Saudi Arabia, between borders and cultures, she belonged everywhere and nowhere all at once. This cosmic rootlessness became the driving force of her inquiry. In her father’s library, she scribbled late into the night, letting words escape before they swallowed her whole.
Her work is born at the crossing of two brutal truths. It is both Existentialism: the struggle, and Nihilism: the ground beneath it. Where philosophers only gazed into the abyss, Eeta built a dwelling inside it, collecting fragments from studies in medicine, psychology, philosophy, and faith to engineer a complete system.
The patient is now the protocol.
She lives alone by choice. When the shadows grow too loud, she travels to sit with ruins and listen, continuing her research into the architecture of the void.
I didn't choose creation; it found me when everything else failed.
The more I broke, the more I reached for the physical components of repair: for bold colors, for heavy stones and silver cuffs, for thread and flame, and for quiet resistance. Each brushstroke is a wound dressed in silence. Each piano key, a note of comfort.
For me, painting is not an escape. Crochet is not a hobby. They are the physical Proofs of my survival. Each knot is a breath anchored.
I create to suture what the world kept tearing open—one stitch, one verse, one shadow softened into color. My art is the tangible, defiant evidence that the Protocol is active.
Because the Night Won’t End
