Trapped

Photo taken by contributor Samantha Pugsley, a 24-year-old conceptual fine art photographer from Charlotte, North Carolina. She first picked up a camera during her junior year of college. This was right around the time when she was diagnosed with Generalized Anxiety Disorder. Things that were once easy became impossible for her. Getting dressed in the morning,... Continue Reading →

Closing In

Photo taken by contributor Samantha Pugsley, a 24-year-old conceptual fine art photographer from Charlotte, North Carolina. She first picked up a camera during her junior year of college. This was right around the time when she was diagnosed with Generalized Anxiety Disorder. Things that were once easy became impossible for her. Getting dressed in the morning,... Continue Reading →

Behind the Mask

Photos taken by Sara, 23, who has experienced major anxiety and panic attacks. She has lived through mental abuse, physical abuse, and social abuse in her past. More recently, she has been rushed to the hospital three times for severe rapid heartbeat and near loss of consciousness, and was told on all occasions it was... 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 →

Living Life in the Slow Lane

Photos taken by Borderline Rigamarole. The title of my photo series is "Living Life in the Slow Lane (Social Anxiety Disorder)" from California. Your mind is something that can be used to plan and build the most beautiful things in the world, and also the very same thing that can torment you. I took these... Continue Reading →

Stay Away

This is an older piece that I made with an old photo enlarger, my facial profile, and my hands. I don't know what led to me making it, but I know I was suffering from depression at the time. It's hard to tell which way the hands are pushing. Hands coming at me or my... Continue Reading →

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