This is after I went up the hill and looked at another trail. Once you get up that first hill, then you get there, and
This is my dog. She is really the one thing that has brought out the happiness within me. I see happiness in the picture of
Cross stitch. I have not told my mom about my mental illness and that is really hard. However, she is not really into that because
Here I was in full blown active addiction. I was going around city to city taking pictures of myself in random truck stop restrooms. My
Person I work with at night. She has dealt with a lot of the issues like I have. She was just somebody that takes medicines
This is like your home away from home. It is a comfortable safe place to be. Especially once you get over the group therapy idea,
Depression makes me wish it was my name on the grave marker and not my best friend. [He died of] Leukemia. Quite a few times
It’s pretty important to me now cause it has to go with me everywhere I go now. I do not want to know what would
A rubik’s cube: that’s what I thought of with getting these meds…I wasn’t really cognizant during this time and plus I was delusional and so
What is seen here is my theory homework. Math of music course. More academic courses for my major. The poem I took a picture of
