In honor of World Mental Health Day, here is one of my last projects done for school. My last drawing critique was the first time I ever spoke publicly and freely about every aspect of my struggle with mental health. Despite having a supportive community in my corner, there were still experiences from initially sharing my struggles that left me feeling isolated and wrong to have confided in people; like my voice didn’t matter. I always think back to that last critique and how right every chamber of my heart felt in that moment. As I was taking my work down, a friend of one of my classmates who sat in on our critique came up to me and shared with me that they also struggled with depression. Every time I’m open about my experiences, someone always surprises me by opening up about theirs. I’m not sure that I’ve ever felt as whole and at peace as I did during that critique. These are the reasons why we need to keep sharing our stories. You’re never the only one in the room.