Photo taken by contributor Danielle in Massachusetts. Her diagnoses change about as much as her moods do, so her only consistency is feeling inconsistent. She gets severely depressed and anxious, and has been known to take her anger out on herself. She is working on getting to a better place and trying to keep hope.
About this photo: “Much of the time I feel like a pile of trash. Dirty. Messy. Dangerous. Layers upon layers of disorder. I stumbled upon this particular pile behind a luxurious old estate in the Berkshires. I loved how the broken mess sat between luscious green trees that seemed to go on forever. It was made up of only things people wanted to get rid of, but I still found beauty in the mess. I hope others can see beauty in my mess too.“
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It really reflect disorder
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Thanks, Clare: I really like what you’ve said here about keeping hope and a sense of beauty in the mess of our lives on this Earth! The broken mess does indeed lie between luscious green trees that seem to go on forever . . . Thanks for helping me stay humble & gain a much needed sense of perspective on an otherwise rough day for me! Sam
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nice layers of so much disorder 😀
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It does reflect her self destruction, when you say she takes her anger at herself.
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like the broken mess between the beautiful trees that is often the way it is with my depression and anxiety. My insides are a chaotic broken mess and my outsides often look like the picture of health or a normal happy person when that is so NOT what is going on inside.
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I just love this; I love the light off the panes of glass, and the dark spaces no light is going to penetrate. There’s a word: ‘interstice,’ which means ‘an intervening place, especially a very small one.’ From my perspective, that’s the space most people miss; they simply don’t see the interstices of life, yet that’s precisely where the most interesting pictures/images, and, in my opinion, people, exist. It’s a tiny fragment of time and light, which is rarely captured by photographers, because, like most people, photographers are too often looking for the ‘big picture,’ the picture that is grand or enormous or gigantically beautiful. They’re not seeing the small, quiet moments behind the scenes; they’re too busy looking at what’s on stage. So, good for you for finding this ‘intersticial’ light. I think I made up that word. 🙂
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