
What Happened: Part 1
Below is a piece of writing I started a while ago that I want to share. March 2023 my life blew up and I want to share what happened since and how I arrived where I am today. Not all in one go, but you know. I might touch on
For my essay class last semester (I go to OCAD! I'm in my first year) we had to pick a song and analyze its lyrics as if they were a poem. I wrote about one of my favourite songs that I fell for when I was 13 years
I'm talking about autonomy, humanness, nourishment, ego, trauma here for 31 minutes. I hope it helps. I love you! (Transcription below babies! Subscribe on the home page to get these emailed to you ☺️) PS: I say DAVOS (lmao) instead of DARVO (woops!) standing for: Deny, Attack and Reverse
This is what living is supposed to feel like.
Here's some photos. Deeeeep breaths. 2006-2008 2024 I haven't had an alcoholic drink for 2 years! It's pretty cool! I'm more of a weed girlie anyways. Sometimes I have dreams where I get absolutely wasted and then realize I accidentally broke sobriety
I've returned to an old notebook of drawings and found just a handful of journal entries. I barely journaled while in my last relationship (2019-2023). A terrible habit I've repeated in every relationship I've been in. Instead my exes replaced my journals, becoming a
The last few days I've been exploring my archives - something I've done many, many times for clues of who I am and who I was. Revisiting the origins of my photography: the first times I got a roll of film back and realized how I
I have so much I want to write and talk about and the sense of overwhelm often results in a freeze response where i avoid avoid avoid (and feel inwardly: shame shame shame). But I am healing and growing and I refuse to keep shaming myself for avoiding the things
It's so windy and every time the house whirrs or feels pushed it makes my stomach twist. My cat, Willow is just as skittish as me. I should not have been shown the movie 'Twister' at 6 years old. The feature photo here is my old
On April 1st 2015 I tried not to cry while my Mom wept outside the security line. I felt a heavy rock inside my chest and decided to be brave and bold and make my face emotionless. I waited for 15 minutes for my friend to show up to pick
Photographer Alyson Hardwick reflects on pieces from her 20 year archive.