Sometimes, I feel trapped. My mental illness is a prison, but my sentence is for life. I have everything I need to be happy, yet I’m not. Some people have it so much worse than me. I grew up in a nice town with a loving family, and food to put on my table every single day. I feel like I took this for granted. I always had food in my fridge, but I refused to eat it. There are people in the world who would kill to live my life. They are starving to death and can’t do anything to change that. I was starving myself by choice. How fucked up is that? However, we must remember that we did not choose to be this way. It’s not our fault. We did nothing to deserve these toxic thought patterns. We can’t change how our minds work. But, we can make little changes in life that over time can change how we think, feel, and act. If we pull and pull a little at the rope every day, one day, it will fall to the ground, and we will be free. Pain is temporary. Keep going.
“Memories take us back, dreams take us forward” - A retrospect 🕯 concept set with @lacoleeishon; a Cambodian 🇰🇭 x Vietnamese 🇻🇳 x Floridian 🇺🇸 based in Ecuador 🇪🇨
This set captures the essence (or absence) of family and loved ones; a father, a husband or a lover. And how a house is not a home without either of them. -
CHECK OUT 🔥 a few close ups from this set on my story! Thank you Jennifer for this shoot while in Quito. -