A blur–but the last 2 years since I’ve had this major decline with my depression that everything has just become a huge blur.  My memory

Bed with med box on pillow; When I first started the meds I would sleep like 18 hours; It is good to know which side

Cat laying on a bed. It is something that that the medication sometimes can fix, you know you feel like… well you know cats sleep

This is a horseshoe frame with a picture of the horse I road at summer camp when I Was younger. One of my favorites. The

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

This is my cat on the stairs. She is a black cat with yellow eyes and the sun happened to be hitting here. We had

This is an empty classroom. When I’m having a bad day it can feel like I’m sitting in a room full of my classmates and

I wanted it to represent how I don’t always feel in control in the driver’s seat.  Sometimes I feel like they are in charge.  I

This is a photo of the home I grew up in. It’s a picture of the outside of the house but it’s the place where

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,