My addiction came, and still comes, in the form of fear and disappointment. I harass my mind into thinking that most things, if not everything, is unachievable, and that I'm alone even while standing in a crowd. My hope is often fleeting. I used to write notes to myself and leave them around the room, taped to the walls, because things got so bad. I called myself stupid... The notes said to doubt when I had every reason to believe, and to cling to pain, as it was my bittersweet reminder that fear wins every time.Read More
The Lyrical Series began in Nolde Forest. I didn't have this location in mind until a friend recommended I take a look. I knew I wanted a forest with beautiful trees, and tons of sunlight to catch backlit photos just before sunset. When I Googled the location, I knew Nolde was it.
ALIVE was shot on Sunday, and while I was excited before, I couldn't contain a single emotion as I walked on the trails. It was inspirational, something almost liberating.Read More
For the past year of my life, I have been battling seasonal depression, anxiety, and self-doubt. It began during my freshman year of college, about the time I convinced myself that I would become a doctor against all odds. It was before I realized I was an empath and held a creative spirit. It was before my mind spiraled into something so messy and cynical that I rarely knew what to do beyond existing. When things got good, they immediately went sour at every right turn. I had my writing and my books, but it was never enough. The deadlines were tight, I was being confined to a science I absolutely loathed, and all I wanted to do was breathe.Read More