“The Photo-Terapeutic diary: My body’s voice”

“And my days, like yours, passed, waiting, enclosed in this cage of disillusionment. Isolated from everything around me, feeling, nothing more than emptiness in myself. Being faithful to my fear, while my tears turned to disgust. I wanted to escape from you, Sadness, I wanted to be stronger than you, Madness. But I fell…I fell into the darkness, enslaved by their  shouts, which never stopped, torturing me…“