I had a lot of trouble with this one. I didn't really know what to pick as a photo that made me angry. Lots of things make me angry. But I wanted this to be entirely personal, a photo from my own collection. I went with something that made me sad. This photo in itself doesn't make me sad, but the memory that goes along with it does. I don't have a lot of photos from that summer, something I'm exceptionally thankful for. I have photos of them, but very few of myself. I don't want to see photos of me. I don't want to see how miserable I had to have been. But this photo makes me sad thinking about what led up to this event. Weeks of sadness. Cuts on my arms. Years of feeling on and off sad. Despair.
Depression is scary stuff. But I finally got help. But this photo represents that summer. And it makes me so, so sad.
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