“For the first time in my life I tasted death, and death tasted bitter, for death is birth, is fear and dread of some terrible renewal.” 

Hermann Hesse; “Demian” (1919).

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Adronitis speaks of the frustration of how long it takes to truly know someone—but in this work, it is, above all, about the journey of coming to know oneself. It embodies the anguish of a fractured heart, the weight of never feeling enough, of falling short of the expectations imposed by those around us and the ones we once trusted, leaving us exposed and vulnerable.

This photographic project unearths the silent consequences of living with anxiety and bulimia—the realities often hidden for fear of judgment. It captures the turning point, the moment of reckoning when one chooses to fight, to move forward, and to embrace oneself in full.

In ancient Roman architecture, an adronitis was a passageway that connected the entrance of a home to the intimate inner atrium. In this project, I invoke that same threshold—an allegory for the unseen world within each of us. It is a reflection of the intricate depths concealed behind the facades we build, the walls we raise to navigate our daily existence, shielding ourselves from those whose intentions remain uncertain.