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Photo taken by contributor Tiger Lillies, a woman in her forties from Ontario who suffers from deep depression, psychosis, and agoraphobia, possibly bipolar disorder, all while raising her four and six-year-old young grandchildren. Thankfully she has a supportive partner Rick who helps make daily life with children possible. Her grandchildren, as well as her recent love of photography, have become her saviours and kept her from succumbing to the negative temptations that regularly haunt her. She has tried to commit suicide several times in the past, but thankfully is still with us. Her hopes are to get past her illness, as well as glaucoma, and become a professional photographer.
About this photo: “It took me a week of talking myself into it, but I did it. I walked the babies to school this morning all by myself!!! To be honest it’s because of two reasons; one Rick wasn’t going to be in town this morning, and the little ones wanted to go to school. I did ask them if they wanted to stay home, but both refused.
Another huge accomplishment took place yesterday. Rick had suggested a nice lunch down by the lake. “We would be taking a bit of a walk and have to go down a few stairs, but nothing too difficult” Rick said. We arrived at the area to begin what is now a hike and not just a bit of a walk, to arrive at the top of what looked to me to be Mount Everest. There were layer after layer of stairs, open wooden stairs, that showed the mucky ground and dark mucky creek underneath them. At this point I was beginning to become not so impressed with the man who I could have sworn a little while ago loved me. It did take me a while, but with shaking knees I walked down ALL the steps. We arrived at the bottom only to find that the rain the days before had washed the area out and we couldn’t make it to the lake…..So, we turned around and made our way back to the steps. My body shaking, breath almost gone, and the thoughts that I would die if I had to climb those stairs made me really not like Rick at this point. I began to climb and climb and climb all the while telling Rick to tell my children I love them, and to remember to feed the cat and dog. We made it to the top!! I had done it!! I had lived to tell the story!! It has been a very good couple of days. Thank you Rick for the push!”