There are parts of the mind that do not speak in words, only in weight, in silence, in the quiet distance between who we are and what we feel ourselves becoming. Mental health, for me, has never been a single moment or a single struggle, but layers upon layers of experiences, depression that lingers, anxiety that tightens, memories shaped by trauma, and moments of dissociation where my body no longer feels like home. I have learned to exist within these shifting states, where my presence and absence blur together. There are days where everything feels sharp and extremely overwhelming, and others where everything fades into the distance and unreachable. These contradictions do not cancel each other out, they coexist, creating a reality that is both deeply felt and strangely disconnected. It is within this tension that I have found myself searching for a way to understand, to process, and to confront what has lived inside me for so long. Mental health is not something I can separate from myself, it lives in the way I think, and feel, and ultimately, the way I create.
