My uncle Carlos "Lito" is 53 years old. Since birth he has suffered from schizophrenia and suffers from a great developmental delay that seriously affects his mental health. In his adolescence the situation worsened even more, his problems and symptoms came to light and began to alter his daily life. Today, after several decades, reality is already critical, the desire to kill oneself is becoming more and more, the days one steps on the sidewalk are becoming fewer and fewer, the words are no longer the same as before, sadness grows and hope grows that seems to fall apart every day. His only light in the morning is my mother, my two brothers and me. We are the only reason why he decides to continue walking the path of madness, for which he swallows hundreds of pills a week, deigns to get up, turn on the radio and change the shirt he has been wearing since last month.
One day it woke me up narrate his life, his mind, what a person with mental health problems lives, feels and thinks.A part of society that in my country and in many parts of the world is forgotten and made invisible.
This project narrates the days of my schizophrenic uncle, a sick, lonely person who lives with terror, anguish and in precarious conditions. A document whose purpose is to raise awareness and leave in memory the unfair life that my uncle and my family had to go through.