“Spilled My Guts,” is what it feels like explaining my mental health journey with anyone. It always feels like I’m over-sharing or that my past has too much baggage to be relatable.
The robot is a symbolic character for disassociation - a feeling that anti-psychotics tends to bring on. He’s spotlighted in the center of a ring of fog dropping his internal world; comprised of both real and unreal keepsakes from the past. This piece defines experiences of psychosis I have dealt with being diagnosed as bipolar schizoeffective.
In some aspects all of his keepsakes are treasure, worth enough to carry around, worth enough to learn from, and always held close.
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