I was 14 years old when I was first diagnosed with depression.
I was fortunate that my mom had recognized the warning signs in me and she took me to our family doctor.
I remember the moment so clearly, she leaned over and quietly told me I should never tell anyone about this because people simply "just don't understand."
I recall immediately feeling that what she said just didn't make sense. It wasn't my fault. I never caused this. But, like any mother she wanted to protect me, and in 1993 people didn't understand. Since that moment I have vowed to fight the stigma of mental illness.
I have always been open and honest and truthful about my struggles. It is my passion to incorporate my love for photography, my dedication to help others, and my need to demystify mental illness into one cohesive force.