June 2017 .31yr old hand rolled film.
It took everything out of me to muster up the courage to leave my house and bike to the grocery store. I ended up getting a gigantic watermelon and a bunch of discounted fruit. My intention was to get fixings for dinner but had no room left in my backpack. I realized on the way home, with a deep sadness, that I had not yet spent the time to relish in springs vibrant bounty. This month has been brutal on my mental health. After feeling a true numbness on ssri's I decided to face myself yet again non-medicated. Who knew withdrawal would physically cause so much pain. Floods of emotions, guilt, regret, sorrow. I haven't yet dealt with my demons of lost time.
If mental health is considered definable, mine has exceeded the definition. -Blankness
(Honey suckles in Ohio City)