Writer, Photographer, Videographer, Dreamer, Guinea Pig Enthusiast
There’s something about July that makes forms nebulous and unwieldy. They go caterpillar grey and I watch them shake and sputter. My own voice sounds different. I hear the cadence like the drip drip drip of a faucet looking for attention.
It’s the feeling of racing through the world and nothing can stop you. Your lungs are full of fresh air and your mind full of unfettered possibility. You can fly! You can scale mountains in a single step.
You are the most capable person you have ever known.
Sometimes living with depression and anxiety is like knowing you have a sizable chest wound, seeing it in…