Through documentative style books I aim to bring awareness to the rising mental health crisis within our society today. Inspired by personal expierence, feelings, challenges and fears I have currated narratives that will encourage more open and honest conversations regarding mental health related issues to try and reduce the stigma.
Going to bed exhausted
filled with dread for the
lonely hours I’d spend
watching the clock
as the hours pass by
everyone is fast asleep and
I’m wide awake staring at
the ceiling
I’ve tried everything to
help me fall asleep
had a warm shower
a cup of camomile tea and
bathed myself in lavender
oil but now the only thing
left for me to do is count
sheep
Popping the first pill
into my mouth
I was filled with fear
was this pill instantly
going to cure my mood
and stop the endless
hours I’d spent crying for
no apparent reason and
give me back the joy
I once felt?
Or was this tiny little pill
going to make me sink
deeper into this sadness
I was feeling and change
who I was?