This is an eggshell mosaic on slate called Ghost.
It depicts the weird trickling sensation just under your skin with the delightful name of formication: to me, this felt like a physical depletion of self, trickling down to my fingertips and soles of my feet- always started when exhausted (a supermarket trip would guarantee an onset) and always ended with a long nap.
The background contains fragments of records, charts, discarded phials.
I called it Ghost -because sometimes at my worst I felt that I was losing not only my job, but my entire personality was disappearing inside a mass of symptoms: mood-swings, anxiety, irritation, anger, impatience, indecision, memory loss, cognitive issues, sensory overload
I called it Ghost -because I distanced myself and lost touch with people I care about: craving solitude, exhaustion, inability to source required energy
I called it Ghost -because medical professionals weren't listening or looking or understanding what they were witnessing: poor training = lack of recognition of the range and severity of B12 deficiency symptoms = misdiagnosis, undertreatment, assumption that post-menopausal women need anti-depressants
This is for any of you who are struggling to get beyond a surgery receptionist on the phone, are starting to believe that maybe it is all in your head, are not well enough for yoga, are not getting anywhere with B12 tablets, and who are feeling guilty about any of this.
This is who I was, who I became.
Now I'm back, I plan to keep it that way.
For me, that means a constant guard against returning symptoms and frequent self-injection. We are all different and that should be recognised- and celebrated.