Adjusting to life: Self-portraits of a delicate, terrifying moment.


This is what my camera, so intimately, captured. 

It was my second day of bad panic attacks.

I took a bath to feel better.

Instead I realized it was time to walk into the ugliest fears of my past.

The miracle of healing never came without pain and suffering.

I took the camera out to capture part of my delicate, terrifying moment.

- That was just the beginning of five awful, mentally-drained weeks. 

A week and a half ago I drove over to Eastern WA to stay with my family because I needed a break from myself.
















Paty. ♥

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