I lost a brother to suicide. I guess my visual story here is about that in a way, but it's also about how easy it is to lose hope. It's difficult to be human and vulnerable. Sometimes I feel like the queen of my castle, and sometimes I feel like it's crumbling around me. But we need each other. We need to find ways to serve and to validate and give support. I believe giving of yourself to others is how you find a way out of your own suffering. We need to stop hurting others and look for ways to lift them. And when someone is waving that flag of surrender, run to them and help them and tell them they're enough. In the end it'll be their choice, but try to do your part so you know that you tried.