This is for any of you out there who are victims of parentification – who had to ‘be the parent’ instead of having a parent. Whose childhood was stolen.
Living with a mental illness means fighting a constant internal battle. Just know, you are doing so much better than you think, and there is help out there.
Why? There’s nothing I can pinpoint feeling panicked about. It occurs to me to check my heartbeat. Faster than normal. Is this panic physical or mental?
Yesterday I was so stressed and anxious, boiling with frustration and panic. Then I helped a homeless guy, and a friend helped me. I’m feeling good again.
The anxiety. The panic. The doubt. The pressure of exams. Revising for hours and hours, terrified of failure. This isn’t what we should learn at school.
Photography is my escape, my diversion from negative thinking. In this time, I’m doing something I enjoy and I’m not dwelling on challenges I have in life.