The last several years have held too much loss. People who I love dearly yanked away. Some seeing no other way, but an end by their own hand. I still struggle to process it. As someone who battles with depression, I can understand the wish to leave this life behind. With each loss more things I have enjoyed have become grey and joyless. Getting out of bed and facing the day is a chore. Still, there are small moments to get me through.  I've approached the edge of nothingness, but never took that last step. How did I not succumb to the shadows? What cold and hollow place did they go? These last moments of ultimate despair is something I have tried to understand and convey through this picture.

"I want out" black and white altered photo with prop gun.