I'm going slightly mad
Skin: Glam Affair Luna skin - Jamaica Tone - 08
Eyes: IKON Immortal Eyes - Storm
Hair: no.match NO FATE Pack of REDS on Hello Tuesday
Mask: Chimeric Fashions Snarling Asylum Mask (Black) Peatonville Asylum Items From MadPea Productions
Outfit including Shoes: MadPea Productions Gold Package Female Outfit Peatonville Asylum Items
Wheel Chair and Dreippers Lamp: Zerkalo Peatonville Asylum Set Peatonville Asylum Items From MadPea Productions
Lobotomy table and Operatin Lamp: Junk Set for Peatonville Asylum Items From MadPea Productions
Medical cart and Meds: Second Spaces - Peatonville Asylum - medical cart Peatonville Asylum Items From MadPea Productions
Hydrotherapy Bath and Shock Therapy Box: Culprit Set for Peatonville Asylum Items From MadPea Productions
Cupboard: Serenity Style Peatonville Medicine Cupboard for Peatonville Asylum Items From MadPea Productions
Sinks: keke bathroom - dark
House: unKindness Abandoned Loft
Yesterday I made these pictures you see. MadPea
Productions are running an amazing Halloween dark themed game and the
prizes from the best designers inworld are on that topic: Asylum. In the
pictures, as you can see, I am seen seated on a wheelchair in a dark cold hospital room
with a mask covering my face.
I was told today that the pictures
were insensitive that I wasn't thinking about people who are suffering
from mental illness. To that I say, how dare you? ALL my pictures
are made with a meaning. A message, a title, a shadow everything I make
in my pictures is for a reason. So let me explain what those pictures
are about.
When I was 24 my
body turned on me. I was athletic, I was hyper I was with a good job
and everything and my thyroid glance just stopped working. Not slowing
down, but stopped. I was having a rough time in my life as it is, so I
didn't relate my mood to a physical problem. The mood turned to a
depression. 2 years of it. I was tired and I couldn't sleep, I wasn't
hungry and I wasn't eating yet I didn't lose weight. The 5 hours daily
aerobics, I couldn't handle 15 minutes now. To a point I was walking
down the street and I couldn't care less to be hit by a car. 2 years
that when I saw my parents I was smiling and stuffing my face with food
in family dinners to a point that one day I got sick and ran to the
bathroom and when I came back my mom asked me if I casued myself to do
that... (I admit, it was something I did as a teen and in the army a
lot).
I was shutting myself up knowing that something is wrong
with me because I felt ashamed. I had just moved in with my then bf,
today my husband, and I thought I was just not handling "grown up" life
well, so I was hiding my feelings when what I needed was help that
eventually I got.
My 2 years, for other people it's their life.
Depression is a desieas. A horrible one that kills people. It's not a
melancholic feeling, it's not just sadness, it's like cancer eating away
on your life. Every person that lives with it another day is a person
deserve the most admiration and support and love and understanding.
When I took those pictures I was unease in my chair because I was
touching a point in my life that I'm not happy with. But it's there. For
other's it's not a "point in life" it IS life.
I was going to
write a post about those pictures after I took them, but just taking
them took all the energy I had so I was waiting. I guess I need to thank
the person the judged me pictures like that for giving me back the
energy needed to write that post.
When you read about let's say
Robin Williams, don't think “oh what a shame” “why did he do it why?”
Admire him for making it this far. Admire him for fighting his illness.
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