A very loud scream from the vocal cords can be heard by everyone,
But a very loud scream from the soul can be heard only by a few, if any at all.
It is a sad reality, isn’t it? That a thousand of silent cries for help go by unnoticed, not because people don’t want to listen, but because they can’t hear them.

But sometimes we are unable scream because we are drowning in our own pain,
Sometimes we are unable scream because we have lost our voice to inner demons and can’t seem to find it again.
And sometimes we have been silent for too long,
that we have forgotten how to scream.

Our soul tries to compensate through small, silent signals and expressions, subtle signs of our inner pain.
But if these signs are a scream,
shouldn’t everyone be able to hear them, then?
Yet many seem deaf to these inner cries, blind to what is invisible but damn obvious.

So when our signs are not enough and our silent pleas for help do not reach anyone, we are forced to turn the mental pain into physical.
We press our body against the inner pain, a bush of thorns that pierces through our skin. It’s as if we have to break through our own skin just to get the help that we so desperately need.
Our agony,
Now visible for all to see.

We thought we had chosen to show these signals,
But when we no longer can eat, no longer can talk, no longer can sleep;
When we become utterly exhausted, with dark circles beneath our eyes and our skin pales, our body shows signs of fatigue, it eventually becomes clear
that it was never a choice to begin with.

- Original in Swedish