Life is a challenging phenomenon. Call it survival of the fittest, a miracle, destiny, predestination, or simply a biochemical reaction, one thing is for sure, everyone has their own battles to fight and insecurities to face.
But what about the rest of us who are struggling with mental illness?
Besides being haunted by our own inner demons, simple tasks like getting out of bed in the morning, or just to live in the present becomes a bloody battle. I cannot remember the last time I woke up and felt I am ready to enjoy my day to the fullest. I’m like a ghost. Trapped in a warrior’s corpse, with a dying soul, and a destructive mind, wandering around aimlessly and searching for hope to make it to another day, and another, and just one more…
I …show more content…
Many people are blinded by their own narrow-mindedness. Our self-destroying, materialistic and superficial society puts a heavy burden on us with this “if you can’t see it, it doesn’t exist” attitude.
There is a battle between society and the mentally ill. A silent war between blind and unheard.
Judgment and hate usually comes from a lack of understanding, and it’s impossible to completely understand the human brain. It’s even more difficult when that person has got a mind that wants to die, but there will always be a power that is much stronger than hate or judging, and that is art.
I decided to fight the stigma of mental illness through art, and show the destructive and constructive power of depression.
I have been different my entire life. I’m a walking paradox, and only a very few people understand my nature. I love and hate myself at the same time. I am shy but also the silly clown sometimes. I am a free spirit, yet a prisoner of my own mind. I prefer dreams to reality. I had to create a fake world, and build walls around myself in order to function more effectively in everyday life. This is how I turned into an art
But what about the rest of us who are struggling with mental illness?
Besides being haunted by our own inner demons, simple tasks like getting out of bed in the morning, or just to live in the present becomes a bloody battle. I cannot remember the last time I woke up and felt I am ready to enjoy my day to the fullest. I’m like a ghost. Trapped in a warrior’s corpse, with a dying soul, and a destructive mind, wandering around aimlessly and searching for hope to make it to another day, and another, and just one more…
I …show more content…
Many people are blinded by their own narrow-mindedness. Our self-destroying, materialistic and superficial society puts a heavy burden on us with this “if you can’t see it, it doesn’t exist” attitude.
There is a battle between society and the mentally ill. A silent war between blind and unheard.
Judgment and hate usually comes from a lack of understanding, and it’s impossible to completely understand the human brain. It’s even more difficult when that person has got a mind that wants to die, but there will always be a power that is much stronger than hate or judging, and that is art.
I decided to fight the stigma of mental illness through art, and show the destructive and constructive power of depression.
I have been different my entire life. I’m a walking paradox, and only a very few people understand my nature. I love and hate myself at the same time. I am shy but also the silly clown sometimes. I am a free spirit, yet a prisoner of my own mind. I prefer dreams to reality. I had to create a fake world, and build walls around myself in order to function more effectively in everyday life. This is how I turned into an art