Photo taken by Miz Roket, 36, in Norway. I figured out that I’ve been depressed since I was 11. It wasn’t until my late 20s I got the diagnosis seasonal depression. I’ve tried therapy but to be honest that didn’t help a bit. The therapists (several of them yes) didn’t know how to ask the right questions. And they all wanted me to use antidepressants. Something I’ve said no to from day one. And I am gonna stick to that, no matter how hard it gets. I believe my depression is caused by a number of factors spread through my life. From moving a billion times to being bullied, loss of loved ones, family tragedies, eternal loneliness, and so on and never being accepted for who I am. Who I really am! Always being the one that is “different”. I live in Norway (born here but I’m originally Serbian), a place the sun sometimes forgets and it’s hell for my brain. I wither in winter time. And the winter here is very long and dark and cold. The older I get the harder the winters are. Sometimes I just feel like giving up the fight, but buried in a very deep place inside my soul is a tiny string of hope telling me to fight. Fight for my life! Fight for happiness! And so I do. Every day is a fight. I am at war with myself. But then the spring comes, the sun spreads its long arms and reaches me. And I wake up thinking maybe I’ll find happiness this spring. I am still trying to find myself in the crowd and who knows? Maybe one day I will.
About this photo: This photo was taken 2 years ago in Greece. Such a happy place. Sun and sea, the best therapy that exists. If you were to put a dog in that combination I would say goodbye to depression for ever. I sometimes tend to play with my camera just trying out different options. The photo describes me in a way that I’ve always played roles to please other people. All my life I’ve always been hiding behind different masks. Afraid to show the real thing because that would maybe hurt everybody around me. It’s a process where nobody but me got hurt.