I was 20, studying photography and, as they say, living life the fullest. But that was not the real me. That real me was planning to put an end to my life, to stop that war in my head. I suffered from an eating disorder a couple of years ago. After intensive therapy, I was cured and able to study again. A year later, I had to accept that my mental health was still horribly bad, and I searched for another psychologist. With this psychologist, who thought I was suffering from my mental disorder again, I survived in these circumstances for about a year. Then, on a Wednesday morning, I said goodbye to my cat and fell asleep for good, I wished.
But I awoke in a hospital and was admitted to the psychiatric section after one day of solving other health issues. The first day I made a portrait of myself, as I did before the hospitalization whenever I felt lonely, miserable, or angry. I felt a short relief after that. My camera was left behind in my apartment, so I used my phone. My boyfriend brought my camera the day after, and I started portraying myself in this horrible situation. Every time I had a portrait photography session, I felt that short relief and calmness in my head. It helped me deal with all the emotions that were overwhelming me. I honestly felt like I was going to explode if I couldn't express myself, so my camera saved me that way.
I hope my UCP-UMCG project (the name of the psychiatric department) will hit many people, especially people who need to see they're not alone. But I also want people who have no idea what's behind the closed door of a psychiatric hospital department, to see the pain and fear that will overwhelm any patient. That people in psychiatric hospitals are not crazy but feel like going crazy. And that is the worst feeling I ever had reflected in a series of dark images.
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I was 20, studying photography, living life the fullest. But that was not the real me. That real me was planning to put an end to my life, to stop that war in my head
I suffered from an eating disorder and my mental health was horribly bad. On a Wednesday morning, I said goodbye to my cat and fell asleep for good, I wished
I awaked in hospital, and admitted to the psychiatric section after one day of physical recovering
The first day I made a portrait of myself, as I did before the hospitalization whenever I felt lonely, miserable or angry. I felt a short relief after that
I started portraying myself in this horrible situation. It helped me dealing with all the emotions that were overwhelming me
I honestly felt like I was going to explode if I couldn't express myself, so my camera saved me that way
Later, I started sharing my pictures and the story behind them
My parent were glad I shared my story so they could follow my emotional rollercoaster and could be there for me as they thought I needed it
I hope my UCP-UMCG project will hit many people, especially people who need to see they're not alone
I also want people who have no idea what's behind the closed door of a psychiatric hospital department, to see the pain and fear that will overwhelm any patient
That people in psychiatric hospitals are not crazy, but feel like going crazy. And that is the worst feeling I ever had
