How it all got started

I am not very unique in a way that many of can relate to, I suffer from depression. I think I was just born depressed because it has been a feeling that I have had my whole life. Growing up I didn’t know what was wrong with me and as a young adult I didn’t seek help because I thought I wasn’t supposed to feel this way. I was ashamed and afraid to talk about my issues. After a devastating loss in my early 30’s I decided that It was time to get help.

I had always enjoyed photography in one form or another. I first got hooked on the hobby in middle school and never really stopped taking pictures since. But there is a difference between a hobby and just snapping away pictures without reason. I liked taking pictures but I didn’t know why. After my loss I started to see a grief counselor and while working on my trama, the issue of depression really came to the forefront.

Photography became a way to focus my life and my mind out of those dark corners that seemed to snap onto me. Slowly taking a picture wasn’t just a picture being taken, it was something different that fed my mind and soul. I see photography as my way to try to make sense of the mind that I have and the madness that swim in and out of my thoughts.