Emotions

These photos are a way to describe my mental health as an outlet.

Memory

Memories are something people keep close. It is a way to remember faces or fun events but for me, I struggle. Trying to get memories back is hard because part of my brain tells me to just move on and say, "That is not who you are anymore. You are different." It hurts because it is a part of me so the only way I can see myself grow or remember a moment is by using photos. Photos are the only way I can express who I am. I refuse to have an error in my memory.

Broken

Broken is a way to express my anxiety. I have had anxiety for the longest time possible. Starting with being late for a bus or an event. It hurts to tell me that you are fine. You tell people you are ok but you also feel broken on the inside. People tell you to just be brave but how can you feel brave or say ok. Why can we not say we are broken?

Identity

I never realized how hard it is to look in the mirror. You look at yourself and think, "Why do I want to look away?" Realizing I was Nonbinary was hard to face and it coming to turn on who you are is hard. I find myself wanting to look more masculine but some days I want to be feminine. When I look in the mirror I say the person I do not want to be. That is why Identity is a scary thing to face.

Trapped

I remember when 2020 happened, going to my therapist weekly online telling them how alone I felt. I just moved into college and do not have friends or a roommate. My heart dropped as she told me you have depression. Your mind does not want you to know but once you realize it, your thoughts ramble. I had to keep telling myself, "I am not Alone" but the word alone stuck with me. I chose for myself to say, "I am not alone" and now I have beat it because I have friends that remind me why I am here.