Seen Through My Lens

Seen Through My Lens It wasn’t just about the photos anymore it was about the stories behind them. But it wasn’t just about the photos anymore—it was about the stories behind them.

Each photo has its own narrative, whether fiction or nonfiction, I hope you enjoy my journey through both the images and the tales they tell. My photography journey began as the "paparazzi" on nights out with friends, capturing fun moments on my phone. Soon, I found myself drawn to the stunning colors of sunsets and sunrises, chasing those perfect moments to freeze in time. Recognizing my love for

photography, a friend gifted me a DSLR camera for my birthday, and that’s when everything changed. From there, I dove into the world of photography, teaching myself Adobe Lightroom and Photoshop. I started exploring new ways to express myself through my lens, experimenting with perspectives and lighting. Each photo has its own narrative, whether fiction or nonfiction, and I’m excited to share those stories with you. I hope you enjoy my journey through both the images and the tales they tell.

They tell you life after addiction gets better. That you’ll feel free, find yourself again, rebuild relationships, and s...
21/08/2025

They tell you life after addiction gets better. That you’ll feel free, find yourself again, rebuild relationships, and start living. But the truth is, right now, it doesn’t feel like that for me. I feel lost. I feel tired. I feel like I should be grateful to be clean, but instead I feel empty. My relationship isn’t stronger it’s worse. The passion is gone, the intimacy feels dead, and we sit in boredom more than anything else. I don’t wake up motivated or inspired I wake up wondering what the point is. I don’t have goals. I don’t have direction. Ask me where I see myself in 5 years and I couldn’t even tell you where I see myself tomorrow. Everyone says recovery is about finding yourself again, but right now, it feels more like losing myself in a different way. No drugs, but still no peace. Sometimes life after addiction doesn’t feel like a miracle it feels like another battle. But the show must go on

It’s been over two years since you left, and I feel like pieces of you are slipping away from me. Your voice, your laugh...
12/08/2025

It’s been over two years since you left, and I feel like pieces of you are slipping away from me. Your voice, your laugh, the way you’d say certain things I try to hold onto them, but they’re getting quieter, and I hate that.
I still ask why. Why you did it. Why you didn’t tell me how bad it was. Why you didn’t let me fight for you. And I know I’ll probably never get those answers, but it doesn’t stop my mind from going there, over and over. Some days it feels like the questions are all I have left, and that makes me so angry. Because you were more than the way you died. You were stubborn, you were funny, you were infuriating, and you could light up a room without even trying. I don’t want my memories of you to just be about pain. I want to remember you in the good stuff the little moments you probably didn’t even think twice about, but that meant everything to me.

I’ll always wish you’d stayed. That’s never going to change. But I loved you while you were here, and I still love you now. And maybe that’s the only thing that’ll stop you from really fading

I’m always asking myself why do we keep hurting each other? They say we hurt when we care. And maybe that’s true. Caring...
12/08/2025

I’m always asking myself why do we keep hurting each other? They say we hurt when we care. And maybe that’s true. Caring means letting someone or something matter to you, which automatically gives power. The power to disappoint you, betray you, walk away, or simply not value you the way you hoped. Some people hurt others out of fear. Some out of greed. Some because pain has twisted them so much, they can’t tell the difference between surviving and destroying. And some just because they can. We like to think we’re rational creatures, but most of the time, we’re emotional ones driven by insecurity, ego, or the hunger to control. Add to that the fact life feels short, uncertain, and unfair, and suddenly desperation sets in. Desperation that convinces people lying, cheating, or stealing is justified. Funny thing is the very fact that life is short the thing that should make us kinder often makes us selfish instead. The thought creeps in, “I better get mine before time runs out or someone else does” It’s instinct. Our ancestors survived by grabbing resources before someone else did. That competitive instinct is still in us. it’s just that now, it’s not about berries and shelter. It’s about money, power, attention, and social status. People lie or cheat when they believe there’s not enough. Enough love, respect, opportunities, or security. Its fear disguised as ambition. But what’s the antidote? Choosing to be decent even when it costs you. Not because the world or people will suddenly change, but because you’ll know you’re one of the rare ones who didn’t let it rot you from the inside out.

Some nights feel like you're trapped behind bars you didn’t even realize you built racing thoughts, regrets that move fa...
22/04/2025

Some nights feel like you're trapped behind bars you didn’t even realize you built racing thoughts, regrets that move faster than you can catch
But movement is still happening
Life keeps rushing forward, even if it’s a blur
And that’s the trick to healing
You don’t have to be ready for it
You just have to stay on the tracks long enough to catch the next train out
Some days it’ll feel like you missed it
Like it left without you and you're stuck in the same place
But there’s always another one coming
Another chance
Another start
You’re not too late
You’re not too broken
You’re just in-between and that’s okay
Healing doesn’t look like crossing a finish line
It looks like standing in the dark, scared and tired, and still choosing to stay, still choosing to believe there’s something worth waiting for.
And eventually, that train shows up
And when it does, you’ll realize you were stronger than you ever gave yourself credit for.

Had too much time passed? Were the wounds too deep? Had she moved on? Then, finally I miss you too. In that moment, all ...
17/04/2025

Had too much time passed? Were the wounds too deep? Had she moved on?

Then, finally
I miss you too.

In that moment, all the walls both of you had built crumbled a little.
Not completely hurt doesn’t just vanish but enough. Enough to remember that underneath the silence, the stubbornness, the distance there was still love.

You were both waiting for the other to reach out first. You needed someone to come for you, to show you that you mattered without you having to ask. She needed you to show up, like you always did, to make her feel like you still cared and wanted to fix things. Both of you were hurting. Both of you were stubborn out of pain, not spite. Both of you missed each other deeply but were too scared or too hurt to break the silence first.

These are the moments you’ve been craving the kind that remind you what it feels like to be seen, to just be with someon...
15/04/2025

These are the moments you’ve been craving the kind that remind you what it feels like to be seen, to just be with someone without having to explain anything. It’s easy, effortless, and warm in a way you almost forgot existed.

You’ve been through a lot. Pulled away from people. But this? This is what you’re making your way back to connection, comfort, and the kind of happiness that doesn’t need to be perfect to be beautiful.

She didn’t plan to end up here again but the night had a way of pulling her back. It started with music and laughs, mayb...
14/04/2025

She didn’t plan to end up here again but the night had a way of pulling her back. It started with music and laughs, maybe a drink to take the edge off. Now it’s quiet. The neon sign hums Up All Night, like a dare or a curse. She clutches the bottle, but it’s not about the drink it’s about everything she’s trying to forget.

There’s a weight in her chest she can’t shake. Memories, regret, loneliness. Maybe even the hope that tomorrow might be different but right now, she just sits in the blue and purple glow, pretending she’s okay.

She writes because she must.The thoughts that swirl around in her mind the ones she doesn’t say out loud spill onto the ...
13/03/2025

She writes because she must.
The thoughts that swirl around in her mind the ones she doesn’t say out loud spill onto the pages in front of her.
The pen finds its way to her hand before she even realizes it.

It’s not always sadness or darkness. In fact, there are more good days than bad.
But when those shadows creep in, the pen an paper is her escape.

Most days, the sun is warm on her skin.
She smiles often, loves deeply, dreams freely, and finds joy in the small things.
Don’t think it’s always darkness because they are the words she shares.

There are great days, wonderful days. There are mornings when she wakes up and the world feels just right. But when it’s not, when the storm rolls in, that’s when she writes.

No one writes when they are at peace.
No one really pours their heart out on paper when life feels light.

Sometimes she gets a little lost, and sometimes things get really heavy, so she writes to find her way back.

Sometimes, I walk into a room, and the air grows so heavy that I can barely breathe. I feel trapped, suffocated by somet...
11/03/2025

Sometimes, I walk into a room, and the air grows so heavy that I can barely breathe. I feel trapped, suffocated by something I can't see, something no one else seems to notice. I stand among people who love me, yet loneliness wraps itself around me. My heart aches for something, something unknown, something distant but I know it isn’t here. It isn’t in this place. Maybe not even in this world. I carry my pain quietly because life is already hard enough for everyone else. I don’t want to add to their burdens. So, I hold it all in, leaving the weight to carry alone, convincing myself I can handle it. But the truth is, I don’t know how much longer I can. Asking for help feels impossible. Seeking rescue, well that’s just Unthinkable.
I look in the mirror, searching for answers in my own reflection. I write words that are meant to comfort me, quotes that tell me it’s okay to feel this way, but no matter how many times I read them, I can’t make myself believe it and the heaviness lingers.
I’ve always wondered why everything feels so heavy, why the simplest things seem be unbearably hard. Happiness comes in quick moments, never lasting long. It slips through my fingers before I even realize it’s there.
I don’t know where this road leads, but I know I can’t stay here, lost in this weight that never eases. Maybe I’ll find peace. Maybe I won’t. But I must try. Even if I don’t know how to move forward yet, I refuse to keep sinking, and I refuse to continue to stand still.

I wish silence could truly be quiet. But as I sit here, surrounded by the mess I've made, it's anything but.All the prom...
06/03/2025

I wish silence could truly be quiet. But as I sit here, surrounded by the mess I've made, it's anything but.

All the promises, the mistakes I made, and the hurt I've injured and caused replay loudly. In these moments, all I can do is close that door firmly and promise myself never to open it again.

It's not easy facing the person I used to be, looking back and what once was but it's necessary. It needs to hurt and remind me daily of the poor choices I've made. Because only then can I lift my head and start moving forward.

I don't want to live in the shadows anymore, consumed by pain, mine or anyone else's. I’m done with wondering "what if" and being stuck in the past. I might not know exactly where I'm heading, but I'm ready to find out.

One day soon, I'll look in the mirror and see clearly that I am enough, finally becoming the person I should be, it wont be the old one to much has happened so much has changed but it will be a new and improved version of me .

And when that moment finally comes it would be worth every difficult step it took to get there.

Maybe i will see you on the road ahead or maybe i wont.

If i could go back in timeto when bedtime stories wereall that made me sleepnot tears or pills or drugs.When movies wher...
01/03/2025

If i could go back in time
to when bedtime stories were
all that made me sleep
not tears or pills or drugs.

When movies where all that
broke my heart not people.
When the boogeyman was
all that scared me, not myself and
the ones I trusted the most.

When all I thought about was
how to play a game, not
how to avoid being the one who got played.

I would go back to a time when
love was so pure & exciting, when it was unconditional not something I am scared to feel or get trapped in.

If only I could
I would go back to that time
when things where simple, when i was just young and dumb, now im just older weak and numb.

28/02/2025

Life has a way of making you feel alone, even in a crowded room. The battles we fight inside aren’t always seen, and the weight we carry isn’t always understood. Sometimes, the people we love walk away, and the effort we pour into others is never returned. Some friendships fade, while others hold strong, proving that not everyone is meant to stay. Loyalty isn’t just about showing up when it’s easy it’s about who stays when things get messy, when you’ve made mistakes, when you’re not the best version of yourself. The friends you believed were unconditional are often the ones tested the most. They’ve seen you at your worst, been hurt by your actions, and pushed to their limits by the weight of your struggles. They don’t just witness your downfall they feel it too. And sometimes, even they reach a point where they can’t stay. True friendship isn’t measured by how often you talk or the memories you make when life is good. It’s about who stands beside you when everything falls apart. Who defends you when you’re not in the room. Who listens without judgment and stays not because they have to, but because they want to. But even the strongest bonds have limits. Even the most loyal hearts can break. And sometimes, the friends you called family the ones you thought would never leave… do

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