‘… she knew she was going to die anyway, and then she decided that day would be the day. I think it was the loneliest thing I’ve ever seen. She walked past me and laid on the bed and she nodded yes to the Doctor. I can’t find words for what it felt like to be there.’ A film about the last hour of a life.
The film starts, “… I usually have a lot of words. Now it feels different.” Get lost in the quiet mystery of this between its frames. Between its words. Wonder about why you are here. Wonder about freedom. Your own freedom.
Might the causes of poverty lie deeper than just physical need. And might the way out lie with our ability to see ourselves together, as the same.’ An extraordinary and humbling experience. A film about the often missed nature of poverty.
Might an entrepreneur simply be defined as someone who takes responsibility for outcomes? This is a film about the possibility for all of us in taking responsibility for the outcomes of our own lives.
“… I used to think I’d be rescued by someone or something. There’s no need. And the sense of relief and letting go, and freedom is just so peaceful.” Unadulterated humanity and a raw truth for so many of us held in the words and the spaces of these few minutes.
‘It is like a miracle. I’ve got a son back that I thought I’d lost. We’re probably closer now than we’ve ever been but it did start in a difficult place.’ A film of hope and light from a seemingly dark and endless place.
‘… people are drowning in their own silence. There’s a lot of female voices that were told to shut up. There is a righteous fury unleashed right now. The feminine has been so violated and she’s ****ing furious. It feels like a fire.’
Run. Run until you can hide no more. Headlong towards a life of importance. And the person worthy of a place in this World. Run until the pain becomes inexplicable. unbearable. Until you feel your very soul bleeding dry. And then stop. Stop dead. Beyond the delusion of slowing down. Which is still running …
In the complex landscape of Schizophrenia, I imagine Compassionate Care should not be absent. Care that is unconditional. Care that is full of hope and of possibility.
One foot in front of the other. Unconscious, and unrecognizably blind. And then again. And again. Until those few steps become a habitual march to somewhere you never set out to be. Where is it that you’re going, and what on earth are you going to do when you get there?