This is a collection of photos I took to come to terms with and accept the fact that my mother is no longer here.

I wanted to go to an island, far away from everyone. Far away from my ideas, my thoughts of self-pity and victimhood. I tried to find a place that gave me no way out, and the island gave me the freedom to do what I wanted, to think my own way. I tried to stop thinking that my only option to stop feeling that pain was suicide.

It took me more than 10 years to write this thought because the idea of having no roots terrified me. I no longer knew who to vent to, who to talk to, and who to share my emotions with.

There were many cliffs dozens of meters high overlooking the sea, and the current, once you were more than 10 meters from the shore, could carry you hundreds of meters from the mainland in a matter of seconds. Sometimes, the temptation was overwhelming. No one would miss me, and no one would tell me what I should or shouldn't do anymore. However, what always stopped me from doing it, and kept it just a latent thought, was the idea that I would no longer feel anything, no feelings, no sensations, no sounds... everything would stop, vanish into a no-place.