Depression has been my safe zone, my comfortable baseline. It’s a way to keep myself isolated from being overwhelmed by emotions– to the point of believing that it’s not possible to feel anything.

 

The constant state of numbness weighs me down and keeps me stuck.

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I have convinced myself that depression will always be my state of being. And to be honest I haven’t let that belief go.

 

This series emerged with a sense of hope that I may not have for myself at this moment, but at least now

I can recognize that it can be a possibility for the future. Living in a constant state of depression, isolated from the world and weighed down by the numbness and absence of feeling emotions has not been

a productive way of living.

 

I may not be hopeful, but I’m a little less hopeless.