Half in Two
My brother, Ray, suffers from schizophrenia and epilepsy. He started doing drugs to numb the chaos in his mind. Now he's an addict, desperately trying to understand himself yet trapped in a cycle of self-betrayal. I grew up feeling like he was missing his life, caught in this place that's neither here nor there. He was first institutionalized when we were in our early teens, and I started to forget what it was like to have a brother. This is my attempt to understand our fragile boundaries, allowing us to face each other and grow together instead of always trying to save him.