Weather damaged; the walls, roof, and floor covered in wounds. Distant remnants of memories unfolding.
I would walk through the same alley twice per week to go to see my doctor, and I would bring my camera everytime. There was a hotel nearby. Many patients and their family would come from other cities and live here. I could merely see a smiley face on them. A fire drill was happening outside the hotel when this image was taken.
Have you ever stopped and watched the waves and the force in which waves pound down on the sandy floor of the ocean? I am reminded of being an athlete, always bringing home gold, of receiving so much praise, but inside I was feeling broken. I was a success at life, but my emotions were the opposite of what I should have been feeling with all of life’s success. I felt like the sand on the oceans floor with the waves pushing me down as the force of the waves ripped back and forth. But just as you do in the ocean, even after getting knocked down by waves, I get back up again. And I keep fighting to see another day. People with Mental Illness are not weak, they are not crazy. In fact, they are incredibly strong. Having mental illness does not make you incapable of being amazing. It just means that the every day requires extra strength.
