I remember a time when I was so full of anger & rage that I literally screamed at God for putting me in this body. I think I was about 14 or 15, looking at a world that I didn't fit into, nor did I want to be in. This anger stayed for a while, and if I’m honest, it never really left although it became tolerable; or it maybe had something to do with meeting my husband! Nearly twenty years on, there is still a silent scream within me from the frustrations that come with trying to be understood. Even now, and no matter how nuts it sounds, I recommend once in a while if things get too tough, go outside and scream at the top of your lungs….mental health is real but the silence associated with it is deafening.

Dimensions: 120x120cm

Medium: Acrylic on Cotton Canvas