I have a form of bipolar that is pretty indescribable, which is why they call it NOS, Not Otherwise Specified. It's a fragile place to live. About this photo: I'm not sure why, but this drinking glass shattered spontaneously in my husband's hand when he removed it from the cabinet the other night. It was sudden,... Continue Reading →
There is something different about looking at the world from above. A distance that is all too familiar when you live with severe depression, anxiety, or bipolar; or all of the above. Everyone else is part of a nameless, faceless world that is moving on beneath you, without even a glance. I shot almost exclusively... Continue Reading →
The city can be a big and scary place, but it can also be a beautiful one, especially when viewed from a distance. Bipolar disorder can be the same way; a huge overwhelmingly scary, totally unpredictable, but sometimes beautiful seeming mess. To submit your photos to the Broken Light Collective, see submissions or click follow.
Photos taken by D. I have been staying in someone else's home this week, so predictably, insomnia has reared it's head, with a hint of hypomania. When I am in that place, I often do long exposure photos to pass the time. These were from shooting tiny lights in their kitchen. I moved the camera... Continue Reading →
Living with a mood disorder is a hard job. Being a mom with a mood disorder is harder than any job I've ever had. I am infinitely thankful, but totally amazed, that somehow I ended up creating one of the happiest babies I've ever seen; one who smiles, sings, and dances all of the time. I... Continue Reading →