Lights Out

Photo taken by first-time contributor Diana Colapietro, a 21-year-old woman from New York, New York who struggles with anxiety and panic attacks. In the fall of Diana’s senior year of college, she began experiencing panic attacks on a regular basis. She had a hard time talking about what she was feeling and giving any outward indication that something was... Continue Reading →

Hiding My Feelings

Photo taken by contributor Alyssa, a 23-year-old woman from Michigan who has a BFA with an emphasis in photography from Northern Michigan University. Her fine art reflects controversial and personal subjects. She was diagnosed with general anxiety at the age of 10. She then went through a depressive state between 20-22 years old. Her anxiety is still is an issue today... Continue Reading →

Dilapidated

Photo taken by contributor Ty Fitzgerald, a man who has been diagnosed with Bipolar II. Ty has a fondness for Lo-fi and Lux filters because they intensify shadows, highlights and colors. Such photos visually represent the way he sees the world, a little brighter and darker than he imagines those without bipolar disorder see the world. About this photo: “This photograph of a dilapidated... Continue Reading →

Neglect and Dilapidation

Photo taken by a woman who has been diagnosed with major depression. Photography has been a helpful tool through the darkness of depression. About this photo: "Every broken window is unique, like a gem stone or snowflake. Each one may be neglected and part of some greater dilapidation, but I find them to be incredibly... Continue Reading →

Happiness; Just out of Reach

Photos taken by a depressed agoraphobic. She was assigned to take a prop with her on a photo walk around her neighborhood to get her out of the house, but it turned into much more symbolically. About this photo: Sometimes, or all of the time, it feels like happiness is in front of me, just... Continue Reading →

Fragmented

Photo taken by S. I am a 27 year old woman who has struggled with depression and anxiety since I was a teenager (and truthfully I have probably been depressed longer, albeit I wasn't diagnosed until I was 16.) However, my depression has always come and gone, but this bout feels different. In the last two... Continue Reading →

Shattered

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 →

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