This photo means a lot to me, personally. It was taken shortly after what seemed like an eternal winter. In short I was sick with an eating disorder and suicidally depressed. But I managed to pick myself up. I was still really sad when I took this, but I felt hopeful. I took up new hobbies to distract myself from focusing so much on my own mental states. I did things like paint (though I'm no good at it, as you can see) and playing the piano. My boyfriend was really supportive. It took me two years to feel normal again. Now it's really hard to imagine a time when I didn't want to live.
I have two of these shots. One taken during my eating disorder phase, and then this one which I much prefer.