The Photographs

"Olivia is a shy teen, but filled with so much potential", my mom says to the therapist as she sits down in the chair across from her desk. I go to sit down as my mom is handing her my paperwork. I think to myself, "I need to do this for my mom. I hate that she worries about me so much now". Two weeks ago I tried to take my life and mom found me on the floor. I was slowly drifting away but I could see that she had tears in her eyes, and her face was so pale she looked like she saw her own ghost. Hours later I woke up in the hospital. I'll never forget that day. Two days later I turned my attention to photography to express the bad feelings instead of keeping them to myself, and I plan to enter my pictures into the State Fair in a couple months. "So I think I'll be putting you on anti-depressants and anxiety medication for a couple months, and I'll sign you up for a talk group downtown", the therapist says to me. "Sure, I guess", I tell her, already starting to get nervous about talking to people I don't know. Me and my mom both get out of our chairs and head for the door. "Thank you so much", my mom says. As I'm opening up the door, my therapist says to me "See you in a couple weeks Olivia?". I look over my shoulder and say "Yeah", and walk out the door.