I was reduced to someone who would stay in a room all day -windows closed, lights turned off- because there was nothing human that interested me. I would sit on the bed and think for days. In between I would cry or I would paint the walls using red wine and tea or anything else that would leave permanent marks. I was, and still perhaps am, haunted by the essence of something dark and unknown, it’s simply that at that time - I had the guts to genuinely begin searching for it. I was soul-searching; risking my mental health and still, soul-searching.