Feelings of a specimen in Battle (Anxiety 1 of 8)

I feel that I will never have a quality life and I will never be adequate for anything or anyone. This dark, black tunnel of pity, careless decisions and desolation comes and goes. It evidently drives me to thoughts of ending it all with one-to-many insulin injections or just sessions of endless self-hate, sobbing and ultimately rejecting any form of love and compassion. The sculptural cube employs black pigment and resin to embody the darkness and abyss of my depressive episodes. The resin was manipulated to crack so that the air bubbles embody the broken, gulping for air feeling that accompanies the darkness.