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7 months ago

"Create a vibrant, Pixar-style 3D digital illustration of a 3-4-year-old child exploring the wonders of space. The child is dressed in a creative costume that combines Spider-Man and an astronaut suit. The Spider-Man mask covers the child's face, featuring the iconic red and blue design with large, expressive white lenses. The rest of the outfit is a sleek, white astronaut suit with subtle web patterns woven into the fabric. The suit includes NASA-like patches, a small backpack oxygen tank, and glowing blue accents for a futuristic touch. The child is floating weightlessly in space, surrounded by a breathtaking cosmic scene. In the background, colorful planets like Earth, Saturn (with its rings), and Mars are visible, along with distant stars, glowing nebulae, and a few small asteroids. The child is in a playful pose, with one arm stretched out as if shooting a web, and the other hand holding a small, toy rocket ship. The expression on the Spider-Man mask is one of pure joy and wonder, perfectly capturing the excitement of space exploration. The lighting is soft and cinematic, with a warm glow from a nearby star reflecting off the child's suit and the planets. The Earth's glow casts a gentle blue light on the scene, adding depth and realism. The overall style should be heartwarming, vibrant, and full of life, with attention to detail in the textures, shadows, and the child's adorable proportions. The atmosphere should feel magical and inspiring, like a still from a Pixar movie."."

7 months ago

Create a book cover for a book titled How to Spell Bipolar by Tukura John Daniel. Be creative with it. It is a book on mental health, the author's lived experience. Below is the introduction to the book for further details: On July 23, 2021, I attempted to take my life. It marked the first time in my 31 years on this planet that I accepted and acknowledged defeat. I was utterly exhausted from the ceaseless struggle - the constant humming sound inside my head, the feeling of being stretched too thin, and the need to restart my life every four years. The horror within drove me to contemplate splitting my head open, seeking an end to the torment. My brain is both a tremendous blessing and a torturous curse. Throughout my life, I’ve been an easily likable, multi-talented individual and a family-oriented social crusader. I’ve influenced social change within the communities I’m involved with, launched the careers of numerous creatives in Nigeria and beyond, and repeatedly made millions of naira. Recently, I’ve even helped organizations restructure and increase profits. People trust and respect me due to my ability to connect the dots in complex situations. However, there’s another side to my story: I’ve lost nearly all the money I ever made, failed miserably at running a production and publishing company, struggled academically, and damaged significant relationships, losing the trust of those who matter most to me. These struggles didn’t emerge overnight. My childhood was marked by extreme mood swings which were both confusing and terrifying. I’d experience bursts of high energy, followed by sudden withdrawal into a corner, avoiding human contact. Despite being one of the brightest students, I despised school. The slow teaching style suffocated me; my brain worked too fast, sometimes resulting in slurred speech. Concentration was elusive. Some mornings, I’d wake up and avoid talking to anyone, not even offering greetings. I cried without reason, perhaps out of fear and confusion. Since Primary Six, a persistent humming sound has echoed in my head, a constant companion throughout my life. These experiences set me apart as a peculiar child, and as I grew older, they evolved into serious challenges. For years, I resisted seeking a diagnosis, despite suggestions from older, respected friends. The idea of seeing a psychiatrist seemed absurd. We associate psychiatrists solely with madness over here. No one explained that mental illness differs significantly from insanity. No one told me that the brain, like any other body part, could fall ill. Only after the damage had taken its toll did I finally agree to professional help. In 2021, I surrendered to a diagnosis: bipolar disorder. This book aims to document my journey toward healing from this under-documented yet remarkably common condition. I’ve lived my entire life with bipolar disorder, but it wasn’t until age 31 that I discovered the truth, after surviving two major meltdowns. The first occurred around the end of 2015, although I didn’t fully recognize it until 2016. At the time, my film and publishing businesses thrived, and I secured several lucrative deals. Then, suddenly, I withdrew from everyone - I stopped speaking, ceased all activity, and locked myself in my house for an entire week. Initially, I danced to loud music, but soon I neglected basic hygiene, surviving on bread alone. Friends attempted to reach me, but I refused to let them in. Opening the door felt like a miracle. By the end of October 2016, I had closed my business and ceased working altogether. I grappled with completing a project that would later become a landmark achievement for the largest group of writers in Africa. The second meltdown began in 2020 and reached its peak in 2021. “How to Spell Bipolar” is a movement designed to create awareness and foster conversations around mental health. Discussing one’s lived experience with mental illness is no easy task, regardless of location. However, in Nigeria, where all forms of mental illnesses are often equated with insanity, it becomes particularly challenging. As an emerging political leader, sharing deeply personal information feels like a perilous act - one that will likely be weaponized against me both now and in the future. But someone must lead this crucial campaign to ensure that help is readily available and easily accessible for those facing mental health challenges, regardless of the consequences. I am well now and have learned a great deal about how to manage this illness, the best way to exert vengeance for all my suffering is to educate as many people as possible. I hope this little book reaches someone out there, letting them know they are not alone. It may also provide clarity or closure for confused family members seeking to understand a beloved relative’s struggles. Above all, I aim to offer a humanized perspective to policymakers and politicians, urging them to recognize the urgency of improving mental health services for all in Nigeria. Tukura John Daniel