Depression Ate My Soul

"Depression Ate My Soul reflects growth.

Over time my spirit died, years of abuse stripped me of hope, faith and trust. Manic depression stripped me bare. One evening I imagined a different future, a faint glimmer of hope was ignighted, spiritually I began to grow.

Each psychotic episode taught me a different perspective and enabled me, eventually, to move on.

I believe depression ate my soul, but through the process of mental illness and my willingness to learn and adapt spiritually, I have developed a stronger, more creative, courageous one.

Many of the following pieces reflect this.