A woman sits crossed legged facing the camera. She has her hands on her ears and is screaming. Screws fly outwards from her body.
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Screw loose

I thought I was crazy. My mind didn't work in the way it always had. Instead of firing quickly, it had almost ground to a halt. Cerebral thought was like walking through treacle. Everything was foggy, a record stuck on a scratch, a computer powering down. The most basic of tasks required my full attention, making a cup of tea, driving. I couldn't make a decision, closed questions only please and I couldn't always answer those. I was a computer which didn't compute. But below this robotic exterior, something was screaming with all its might. I couldn't heat it, but I could feel it. It was small and far away, but it was powerful.

A young woman crouches with her hands protectively over her head and back. Red, paper planes fire down on her.
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Paper Planes

When words, judgement and expectations wound your skin, paper planes penetrate deep within. This image uses the paper planes as a metaphor for the negativity that can enter us from our relationships. These paper planes can from anyone; partners, family, colleagues or friends. When suffering from mental illness or abuse, it feels like a relentless bombardment which we struggle to protect ourselves from.