At one point in my life I didn’t look up. I stared at the ground, because I didn’t like what I saw. Long story short, I live with mental illness. It comes in waves that have gotten smaller over the years and are now a reminder of how far I’ve come more than anything. But, one sure sign that I was coming out of a depression was that I would look up. And each time I thought the same thing, “I forgot how tall trees are.” I think it was my brain’s way of putting my struggle in perspective. That the depression was shrinking into something I could manage, just as it always did. Just as it always will.