This glass is so fragile but unable to be broken, with these black marks unable to see the person behind it. Mental illnesses affect a person by making them unable to be who they are and hidden away by this disease that cannot be controlled. I have suffered from depression, anxiety and many other things that have controlled my life. I know first-hand the tool mental disorders take on a person and fighting to be ourselves while we know we cannot. When we try to become ourselves once again with medications we further ourselves from who we are even more. From the emotional and physical state of your being you try to be the one you were previously but these black marks are keeping you in the dark. I had many states to my illness from decent to terrible but the one that I knew all too well is the sensation of being trapped and lost. Depression has always been an enormous part of my life and now that I have grown as a person I use this experience as my inspiration. It was also my way of discovering who I really am today than I was before this disease. Why should I see these illnesses as an evil thing when I have made beauty because of it, I should see them as a learning experience and grow from it and show others that even when it hides us away from others once we are out of the darkness there is something that is worth seeing.