Tag: Photography is Therapy
It has taken me a while to write this. When Orlando first died, all I wanted to do was put words on paper about how I felt. But as time went on – and I missed him more and more – I started avoiding it. Writing it down made it real. It meant he was…
On May 14, 2020, in the midst of a global pandemic, Jocelyn woke up to a reality she never could have imagined. It was her grandmother’s birthday—a day that always held deep meaning for her—but this time, something felt profoundly different. She couldn’t stand. The pain in her left leg was unbearable, and no matter…