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Of all the mental illnesses one can categorise- the agony of living with an overtly self critical voice is a slippery one. The endeavour to express myself with this companion on my back, often feels like the rock Sisyphus rolls atop a hill each day, only to have it tumble down again. In the wonder and terror of writing, I am comforted by the knowing that if it wasn't for stories that reflect our souls back to us- there would be little reason to live at all. This film attempts to express the struggle and the reminder alike.

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