When she hears the sound of flowers dying, The corners of her mouth curl up with secrets of a life. A tulip crashes to the floor While I watch her.
I didn’t know much about photography or mental illness when I took this photo of my mother some 45 years ago. Schizophrenia wasn’t discussed. I wouldn’t have posted this but for the “stop the stigma “movement which I support. My mother was physically strong, very strong, that’s why the focus is on her muscular arm.Continue reading “The Stigma of Schizophrenia”