Mental health is a delicate balance. I spin many plates to keep mine in check.
Playing around with objects in light and shadow is a fun pursuit for me, it’s my “just for fun” way of indulging my curiosity. And while it often (re) shapes my perspective and mood, sometimes, while I am busy putting things together without much vigilance, the fractal roots of past trauma finds its way in.
An isolated and complicated childhood of witnessing violence, abuse and experiencing loss is at the root of my trauma. I live with it daily and do my best to just keep going. Despite this, I am happy enough and I am not offended when my subconscious serves up reminders of my past to me in this way. It’s just my inner voice reminding me to check in with myself.
