The Rain Room.

When you have depression, it can seem nigh on impossible to motivate yourself to get up, out and do normal, mundane things- let alone laugh or socialise like before!
Luckily, we all have someone who cares. You might not know they exist, but they care. Me, for example. I sometimes cry for people I don't know because I can feel the pain they are feeling. 

I consider myself to be incredibly lucky. I have the best friends I could ever wish for and they, to be blunt, are the reason I am not yet six feet under. They have, on occasions, dragged me out of bed and into London despite my protests, they have made me laugh, experience life. They have checked me over and asked those awkward questions nobody wants to ask to make sure that I am not destroying myself from the inside or the outside. And the other day after college, when I wanted to go home, get into my tracksuit bottoms and cry into my pillow they dragged me to the Barbican to see the 'Rain Room'. The picture above pretty much says it all. It was a room, indoors, where it was raining. But when you walked into the rain, it did not rain on you, only around you. It sounds less awe-inspiring that it is. When I entered the rain, I felt completely free. All around me was this iridescent waterfall, and the light in the blackened room made the water sparkle. I felt untouchable. It was incredible. The queue may have been two hours long but the wait was utterly worth it, because in that moment, with my best friends, I realised for a second that there was the potential for joy in life, although I can't see it most of the time.

Visit the Rain Room- Barbican.