The Voices In My Head

When Words Don't Help ...

This is how it sometimes feels to be inside my head. There are voices that hate me, voices that think I'm stupid and voices that want me to die. They prey on my insecurities, my fears.

It can feel like my head is an open invitation cocktail party - there's so much going on in there. Even my own thoughts seem to run at different speeds, different levels ... so that there's so much inside at the same time.

It's hard to describe, to explain what it feels like. Hence the artwork - I didn't have to speak in straight lines, and I didn't have to use just one layer.

Rachel Waddingham © 2002