It’s been seven years.
It’s been seven years since the pain has begun.

Some days feel longer than others and some days don’t feel as heavy. Being more mature now, I still have thoughts of dread and lost ambition. I photograph myself showing the feelings I felt in the moment. Using pauses of singled out parts of my body; I take a closer look at my insecurities rather than just my surroundings.

Everyday I am still learning how to cope.
This book is a depiction of my loneliness and endeavor.