From 2015- 2017 I kept a white moleskin notebook hidden which made me wince ever time i saw its corner poking out from under my bed. when I reached my lows I would use it as a coping mechanism. one day i came to my room and I didn't eve notice my mother on my bed crying because the dreaded white moleskin with all its little imperfections was next to her, open.
I have inserted a collection of the pages in chronological order on this post and will add the writing in later posts. I have captioned all the images that I can and although this is clearly manic there is some semblance of a story.