Sage clouds move in the midnight sky. Jewel, dressed in a long-sleeved dress, walks barefoot in the forest.
At home, morose painted portraits hang in her bedroom. A large puddle fills the floor of the garage/
She sways by a broken branch. Snow begins to fall.
In a black tank top and jeans, Jewel plays guitar with her band perform in the family room. Wearing a black long-sleeved top and pants, she sits on a chair in her bedroom.
Wearing a navy blue babydoll blouse and black jeans, she dances in the forest. She sits on the ground and bobs her foot over her knee. In the black dress, she holds her suitcase, her face blank.
Some light shines on her as she stands in the forest, wearing a charcoal t-shirt and skirt. The fluff from a cotton tree falls around her.
Jewel couldn’t talk about her depression. People usually thought she was making it up or she was crazy. However, she hadn’t felt herself in a few years. She tried explaining to her parents that she was going to see a psychiatrist. They told her not to waste her money. She listened to them and put it off. Her brother told her she’ll snap out of it and feel better eventually.
Late at night, she couldn’t stop crying. She stayed up the entire night and stared at the walls. Wiping her face, she called into work and fell asleep in the chair. She talked to her mother and told her she wasn’t feeling well. She said she was so tired and wanted to be alone. However, in the afternoon, she heard a knock on the door. It was her mother with some chicken noodle soup. Her mother felt her forehead and stroked her face. She put her hand on her forehead and told her mom to close the door. Her mom asked her the last time she had a full night’s rest. Jewel shrugged and said maybe about six months ago. Her mom leads her to the bed and says she’s going to make an appointment with the doctor.
Zoloft was finally helping her. It was the third medication she had tried. Although she still was getting used to wanting to do things again. Her mom and sister usually met her for breakfast every weekend. She was actually looking forward to it and thinking of what to tell them. She had started to unpack her suitcase. There were times she wanted to pack up her car and head for the expressway. Her doctor assured her it was normal. However, she wasn’t sure. She doubted she would ever be like herself again. Her mom and sister told her she would get back there. All she could do was wait.
Director: N/A Year: 1999