I made this collage several years ago when I was going through a difficult time with depression and anxiety. I had been diagnosed with PTSD after memories of my childhood and teen years surfaced; after burying them for 50 years. Memories of being molested when I was three, raped when I was 14, triggered OCD and night terrors. I’ve learned how to cope with these things as well as ADHD. I’ve since realized that everyone is broken in some way, even those beautiful people who look like they have it all, but they don’t. My mom was a beautiful lady who ended up as broken as you can get, and had to deal with losing her memories until she finally died from Alzheimer’s.