My mother always was a creative person and loved knitting for hours or draw beautiful abstract paintings. But was her creativity there because of her illness? Or did her creative mind even lead her to being ill. Is there even a difference in a creative and an ill-mind?
       
     
 I visit my mothers place barely because of her 'special condition'. Sometimes she wont even react to my questions or even denying me being her daughter...
       
     
 Someday my mother started crossing words out of books, 'cause in her world they are forbidden.
       
     
 There was a time when it started being perfectly normal for me, that my mothers mood all of a sudden turned into aggressiveness... I couldn't do anything to calm her down...
       
     
 I often wonder if I got my creativity from my mum. She really is a genius when it comes to abstract acryl paintings. Even her walls are covered with colours and names of her former crushes...
       
     
 Sometimes her brother stops by, telling my mother to clean up. But I love her crazy artsy flat... it is so special and shows so much of what must be going on inside her head...
       
     
 One of the strange things with my mothers illness are the unlogical texts she's writing. Starting with a normal sentence and ending with another thought that has no link to the start, there is no chance for me to get what she is writing down. But still it won't stop me from trying to understand her...
       
     
 My mother always loved knitting, but nowadays it's the only thing she would spend her time with. She barely finishes one piece and often it won't even have a recognisable shape...
       
     
 Although it is THE feared mental illness, there is nothing to fear of, but loosing your own humanity by avoiding those people affected... My mother never did any harm to me or someone else, although I wasn't always sure if I can trust her.
       
     
 My mother always was a creative person and loved knitting for hours or draw beautiful abstract paintings. But was her creativity there because of her illness? Or did her creative mind even lead her to being ill. Is there even a difference in a creative and an ill-mind?
       
     

My mother always was a creative person and loved knitting for hours or draw beautiful abstract paintings. But was her creativity there because of her illness? Or did her creative mind even lead her to being ill. Is there even a difference in a creative and an ill-mind?

 I visit my mothers place barely because of her 'special condition'. Sometimes she wont even react to my questions or even denying me being her daughter...
       
     

I visit my mothers place barely because of her 'special condition'. Sometimes she wont even react to my questions or even denying me being her daughter...

 Someday my mother started crossing words out of books, 'cause in her world they are forbidden.
       
     

Someday my mother started crossing words out of books, 'cause in her world they are forbidden.

 There was a time when it started being perfectly normal for me, that my mothers mood all of a sudden turned into aggressiveness... I couldn't do anything to calm her down...
       
     

There was a time when it started being perfectly normal for me, that my mothers mood all of a sudden turned into aggressiveness... I couldn't do anything to calm her down...

 I often wonder if I got my creativity from my mum. She really is a genius when it comes to abstract acryl paintings. Even her walls are covered with colours and names of her former crushes...
       
     

I often wonder if I got my creativity from my mum. She really is a genius when it comes to abstract acryl paintings. Even her walls are covered with colours and names of her former crushes...

 Sometimes her brother stops by, telling my mother to clean up. But I love her crazy artsy flat... it is so special and shows so much of what must be going on inside her head...
       
     

Sometimes her brother stops by, telling my mother to clean up. But I love her crazy artsy flat... it is so special and shows so much of what must be going on inside her head...

 One of the strange things with my mothers illness are the unlogical texts she's writing. Starting with a normal sentence and ending with another thought that has no link to the start, there is no chance for me to get what she is writing down. But still it won't stop me from trying to understand her...
       
     

One of the strange things with my mothers illness are the unlogical texts she's writing. Starting with a normal sentence and ending with another thought that has no link to the start, there is no chance for me to get what she is writing down. But still it won't stop me from trying to understand her...

 My mother always loved knitting, but nowadays it's the only thing she would spend her time with. She barely finishes one piece and often it won't even have a recognisable shape...
       
     

My mother always loved knitting, but nowadays it's the only thing she would spend her time with. She barely finishes one piece and often it won't even have a recognisable shape...

 Although it is THE feared mental illness, there is nothing to fear of, but loosing your own humanity by avoiding those people affected... My mother never did any harm to me or someone else, although I wasn't always sure if I can trust her.
       
     

Although it is THE feared mental illness, there is nothing to fear of, but loosing your own humanity by avoiding those people affected... My mother never did any harm to me or someone else, although I wasn't always sure if I can trust her.