Last year, there came a point where I had hit an all-time low. I had begun showing few signs of psychoses. At that point conveying to my parents that I'm struggling and might need therapy was a big deal because I had thought that they wouldn't understand.

But taking that chance was the only option I had and I took it.

I began talking to my psychologist and therapy started. It was a very difficult road but now I had directions to navigate and the clouds over my mind began clearing resulting in a clearer vision.

In 3 months, I began viewing and understanding my problems differently. I made an artwork regarding the importance of therapy, involving a conversation with my central character Leafyy and her psychologist, which I'd like to share.