I am more than my past. I am more than what I do. I am more than what can be written on a page. I am more than a picture. I am more than the sum of my parts.
Too often in the medical field and in psychology a label is slapped on and nothing else is considered. I had cancer over 13 years ago. I was alarmed when some of the medical personal treated me as if I was a host to a disease that needed to be eradicated, if the host died, oh well.
These images were created that year in response to my reaction.
After cancer, I went to counseling. For me, it was a relief to find out I had PTSD. It made sense of some of my behaviors. I have symptoms of PTSD but I am not PTSD. It messes with my life but I am bigger than my mental illness. I am still a woman with a big challenge.