February 2006. As I slowly drove away from the company psychologists practice, I knew my life was on the cusp of irreversible change.

Months of crippling pain and fatigue had left me overwhelmed and empty. A shadow of the person I once was. Burnout? Maybe. Myalgic Encephalomyelitis? Almost certainly. Disillusioned, confused and scared? For sure.

Heading to rural Wales, I was faced with the prospect of losing everything I had grown to hold dear - a brilliant career, inventive, creative colleagues and a sense of purpose.

My physical body had given in. My mental state, exhausted, was not far behind. These signs of deterioration I kept hidden for months, attempting to balance things with greater and greater amounts of alcohol.

As the sand blew into my eyes and the damp penetrated my soul, life looked monotone. My slow, relentless descent had truly begun.

"This much delight, fills columns to new heights. All these things about me you never can tell. Colours run prime, paint a picture so bright."

Project Overview_

A lonely week in Wales. Trying to make sense of my demise. Images from an old phone, salvaged and retouched, set against the music of the time, "Whirring", by The Joy Formidable.

All these things about me, you never can tell...

"Turn the dial on my words. I can feel they fall short. Turn the dial, chime alarm, chime alarm. Watch these hands move apart. Turn the dial on my words. I can see you staying here."