Life has been very charged lately. Looking through my Instagram photos I can see a thread, an echo of my emotions through the images I choose to capture.
The uncertainty of an experience I did not actively choose and a path from which I could not steer away.
The odd mixture of terror and strength that comes from vulnerability.
Accepting that I desperately need support and discovering that I have it.
Acknowledging that I need to make a plan and accept my role in having acted in a way that gave people the opportunity to hurt me.
I am looking forward to the frames ahead and hoping that with them I’ll find my words again.