Photo taken by Danielle, a woman with bipolar disorder. She was diagnosed as being on the bipolar spectrum within the last few years, but has been suffering from the depression dips and highs of it for many years before that.
About this photo: “I have known something was different about me for as long as I can remember. The first signs of anxiety showed themselves when I was about 10-years-old, when I started biting my nails and tapping my legs. I remember my mother putting her hand on my leg and pushing down, telling me how inappropriate that sort of behavior was. That was when I started trying to hide what I was feeling inside. When I was a teenager, the depression started to rear it’s head, and by college I was diagnosed with full-on clinical depression and put on meds.
I took this photo outside of my psychiatrist’s office recently. It is not “pretty,” but emotional instability is not pretty. To me, this photo represents the emotional crashes of depression and bipolar disorder, and the mess that can be left behind in the wake. Messes with work. Messes with school. Or like me, messy remnants of relationships with friends and family, ruined.
Even something (or someone) that may appear strong and sturdy as a wall of bricks, can fall to a pile of rubble.”
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