Moving Forward

Photo taken by a woman who has been diagnosed with bipolar type II. She has recently been cycling between depression and an agitated hypomania. Her medication and therapy are up in the air which is not helping the situation. She feels hopeless and helpless but is trying to stay afloat for her husband and young... Continue Reading →

Home

Photo taken by a woman in her thirties who has struggled with severe depression, anxiety and panic attacks for many years. Most recently she fell into a deep depression six months after her daughter was born, and has been fighting her way back since. She hopes to someday be able to be the wife and... Continue Reading →

Together

Photo taken by a depressed wife and mother. When I feel like I can't pick myself up off the floor of depression, I look at this photo. I may be a few steps behind, but maybe I'll catch up some day. In the meantime, I'll watch with awe, amazed that this is my family and... Continue Reading →

Ghostly Child

Photo taken by a mom who has been in a bad depression since before her child was born, almost two years ago. About this photo: Some days are better than others, but I never feel like a good mom. If I get energy it usually only lasts for about 10 seconds, not even one lap of... Continue Reading →

Perspective

Photo taken by a mom with depression. About this photo: Even through the darkest of times, there is light to be found. Sometimes it runs at you head-on with a smile and a hug. **Seeking photo submissions for the Broken Light Collective. See guidelines here.

Life From Above

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 →

Volcanoes of Guatemala

Photo taken by Thirdeyemom: Eight years ago after the birth of my first child Max I knew something was terribly wrong. Not with my newborn son. He was healthy and as beautiful as can be. Instead, something was wrong with me. I began to suffer terrible insomnia, constant anxiety and worry and loss of appetite.... Continue Reading →

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