Years after the suicide of my bipolar grandmother, I discover her autobiographical account in which she recounts her experience of mental illness, her sentimental disillusions and her deep loneliness. In search of the truth, I decide to compare his testimony to the family films shot by my grandfather and to the memories of those close to him. To make this film is to make your voice heard, it is to try to order the chaos of its tragic existence, it is to free speech and end the silence in order to continue living.
