inner landscapes

what if the states of our minds are only places we go? how would we experience them, see them, acknowledge them differently? if they are landscapes, then perhaps they are not problems to be fixed, but experiences to be held — places to acknowledge, within us. all of us.

anxiety | depression | bipolar | dementia | epilepsy | ptsd

anxiety

like getting stuck in a hole and struggling to climb out

depression

like finding oneself in a blankness of the unending desert

bipolar

one second in the mountain clouds, the next second, falling —

dementia

the mind eroding & losing pieces of itself, beyond its own recognition

epilepsy

the brain lit by electricity

PTSD

falling into the cracks of daily life

and then…?

I have more of this series - fermenting in my head. on heartbreak, grief, loss, thrill. one day when the inspiration strikes, maybe they will come out.

see related:
365 days of moon journaling