This is the closest in many ways, I can ever come to photographing the true face of my depression. I am not brave enough to bare myself in a less abstract way. Yet looking here, you can see the darkness of it's pall, and how it has burns away the color, and leaves me stripped of anything more than a memory of life. Despite this, I stubbornly cling to existance, though it bows my head, and twists my soul, leaving nothing to see but the outline of the man I once was.
Thank you everyone who was brave enough, kind enough, and touched by this photo. Knowing that So many of you share the feelings I hoped to express through it leaves me feeling that I suceeded. I hope it helps those who experienced those feelings in knowing you are not the only only one, as your letting me know makes it easier to carry.