When I was in high school I tried journaling. In college, I wrote prayers as a collective record of thoughts. To go back through words I have written usually brings an odd pain. To read of struggles I went through. To read dreams I once had. I am a melancholy sort, in that way. Words. Words, words, words. Words mark exact feelings.
No. I am one to remember the overall positivity of a moment. No matter how dismal it truly was at the time. Through a lens, I choose to see the world as I will it to be. It may the be way things truly are with a twinge of lighthearted humor. Beautiful things sharp in contrast with the situation. Little things of everyday living.
A photo of my friend who came to visit me in the hospital.
A photo of flowers received.
A photo of the sunset over Seattle.
A photo of the food sent up from the cafeteria.
A photo of the board game we played for hours as I lay in bed.
Photography is my therapy. Photography heals wounds. Photography allows me to translate my exact feelings into an expression of how I choose to see life. I have not chosen to be a historian, taking down the facts. Nor am I the person who will say to you "look on the bright side."
I will show you the bright side.
That's how I share my story. That's how I can share yours.