For the past seven years I have been plagued by depression. There have been days that I felt nothing, numb to the point my body and soul no longer felt as one. I failed to see the vibrant colors the world had to offer. I was living my life in despair, desperately wanting to turn my life around. I vividly remember the day my life invited clarity. Tears gently streaked down my face as I gained the courage to grab two items, the ones that have changed my life for the better. With pen and paper, I began to write my frustrations, my anxieties, my feelings, anything my mind wanted me to write. Writing has led me to discover works of other artists, novelists like Stephen Chbosky and his novel “The Perks of Being a Wallflower,” poets like Bob Dylan
