Seen Through My Lens

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

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

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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

13/02/2025

Mornings are the hardest. The alarm goes off, and she just lies there, staring at the ceiling. Her body feels like it’s made of stone, too heavy to move. She knows she has to get up, but the thought of facing the day feels impossible. Nights aren’t any better. Sleep doesn’t come easy. Her mind won’t shut up memories, worries, things she should’ve done, things she shouldn’t have. It all plays on repeat, keeping her awake until exhaustion finally wins. So she keeps moving. Always doing something, anything. Because if she stands still too long, the thoughts creep in. And when they do, they whisper things she doesn’t want to hear. That she’s lost. That she doesn’t even know who she is anymore. Nothing feels good. Nothing makes her smile the way it used to. But she knows she has to keep going. She has to find a way through this, even if she doesn’t know how yet. For now, she just focuses on the next step. One foot in front of the other. That’s all she can do

13/02/2025

Every Sunday, they sat on the same old bench, letting the world fade into the background. Reflecting on a life well lived, that had been far from easy yet, if given the chance, they wouldn’t have changed a thing.
They came from the same small coastal town. She the fire behind the bar, the girl with the sharp tongue and fierce attitude. Most men were too intimidated to even try.
He the guy everyone loved, even in his drunken states. Older, but not always wiser. He had already raised a daughter, not much younger than her, but proving his ability to step up to whatever life throws his way.
Their connection didn’t make sense to most, but neither of them ever cared what others thought. As time passed, they wanted more, more than the same small-town routine. So they left, chasing a new life across the ocean, building something of their own from the ground up.

The early years were wild parties, friends, drum & base and good times, but they were also tough. Sometimes Money was tight, their lifestyle choices wore them down, exhaustion crept in, and some nights, silence filled the room. But through every storm, every hurdle, they got through and each time always coming out stronger. They worked hard, built a life, a future and made two beautiful boys who carried pieces of them both. His attitude. Her fire. Now, as they sat on that same bench, remembering a life well lived, they knew those words that were said so long ago

"For better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death us do part"

Where not just something they had said once, they were a promise they had lived, day after day.

11/02/2025

It was quiet out here. No noise, no judgment, no expectations.
He wanted things to be different, he told himself that every day. Maybe tomorrow, maybe next week. But not today.
Today, the craving was too strong, the high too familiar. It was the only thing that made the weight in his chest disappear, even if just for a little while. The ocean didn't care who he was or what he had done. It just kept moving, steady and endless. He wished he could be like that, to be free, untouchable. But for now, he just stood there, caught between wanting to change but not being ready to let go.

11/02/2025

The waves rolled in as they always do, but the spot where someone had once sat was now empty. Only a pair of shoes, a note, and a few personal things were left behind.
No one had seen it coming. They always smiled, laughed at the right times, never let anyone see the weight they carried inside. But that’s the thing about battles fought in the mind no one else can see how heavy they really are.
Maybe they sat here for a long time, watching the sun slowly dip beyond the horizon, hoping for a sign or any kind of reason to stay. Maybe they thought about all the times they tried to speak up but didn’t know how, or maybe they just felt tired.
The note fluttered slightly in the breeze, the last words they left behind. Maybe it explained everything, or maybe it was just one final goodbye. Either way, they were gone now, leaving behind a world that wished it had noticed sooner.
And the waves kept rolling in as they had always done, as if nothing had changed.

06/02/2025

The cruelest thing about depression is how it isolates you, not just from others, but from yourself. It changes your perception, making you feel like a burden, convincing you that no one understands, that being happy is distant and unreachable. It removes the color from life, turning everything gray, even the things you once loved. It makes simple tasks feel impossible and drains your energy before you even begin. Worst of all, it lies to you, making you believe that the way you feel now is how you’ll always feel, when in reality, it’s just a chapter, not the whole story.

24/11/2024

"At some point you just have to let go of what you thought should happen and live in what is happening." ( Heather Hepler)

Life often throws us curveballs, moments where our carefully crafted plans crumble and our expectations are shattered. It's a painful process, letting go of the way we thought things should be, surrendering to the reality of what is.
But within that surrender lies a powerful freedom. By releasing the grip on our rigid expectations, we open ourselves to the unexpected beauty of the present moment.
We embrace the present, with all its imperfections and surprises, and find a new sense of peace and acceptance.
Letting go is not about giving up, but about embracing the flow of life, trusting in the unfolding of our journey, and discovering the magic that lies within the unexpected. ❤☀

24/09/2024

One person alone in the water, surrounded by the waves. They seemed small against the power of the sea, but there was something peaceful about it.

Paddling in the waves, they felt connected to something bigger. The ocean, with all its strength, wasn’t frightening it was calming. The sound of the waves crashing and the cool water against their skin reminded them that even when life feels overwhelming, there’s a certain beauty in facing it head on.

Being out there, alone with the sea, was a reminder that even when you feel small, you’re never really alone. There’s always a world of strength and peace to find, if you just take a moment to step into it.

23/09/2024

A Mother and daughter walk along the beach, their steps in sync despite the quiet tension that sometimes lingers between them. They've survived their fair share of storms, its always just been them, often clashing in moments of frustration because they are so alike both strong willed, passionate, and fiercely independent. Yet, standing together now they feel a deeper bond, an unspoken connection that time and challenges can't break. They pause, reminded that no matter what, they are bound by a love that endures, even in silence.

23/09/2024

Every afternoon, she rides her skateboard, gliding through the streets, trying to escape the weight she carries inside. Somewhere along the way, she lost herself, feeling alone even though she's not. There are people who care, but she can’t see them through the fog of her own thoughts. She searches for something, though she's not quite sure what it is. So, she keeps riding, hoping that one day the road will lead her to whatever it is she's meant to find a sense of belonging, a purpose, or maybe just a little peace

22/09/2024

And just like that he jumped into the air, free and light. The beach beneath him held many struggles, the hard times, the uncertain times, the confusing times, But in that moment, as he soared, he realized something important the strength to keep going didn’t come from the world around him it came from deep inside. He understood now that happiness isn’t something you find outside. It’s something you create for yourself, by pushing through the tough times and always reaching higher. The joy wasn't just in getting there, but in the effort, in knowing that every leap, no matter how small, brought him closer to feeling free to feeling alive

08/09/2024

Today the sunset was beautiful, yet it felt bittersweet. She sat there, wrapped in a hoodie that carried a name, a name now engraved in her heart forever someone who was gone too soon. The words felt heavy against her back, a reminder of a life cut short by the weight of unseen battles. He was gone now, lost to su***de, and nothing felt the same.
Losing him left a void that nothing seemed to fill. There had been signs, small ones, but no one knew just how deep his pain ran until it was too late. The what-ifs and unanswered questions now lingered like the fading light on the horizon. She felt a deep ache, a mixture of grief and guilt, wishing there had been a way to ease his suffering, to tell him that things could get better, that he wasn’t alone. She knew he would always be a part of her life, even though he wasn’t here anymore. She wished things had been different for him, that he’d been able to talk about what he was going through. Maybe if more people spoke up, more people reached out, others wouldn’t have to feel the same pain she was feeling.
His memory is now woven into every sunset, every sunrise, every quiet moment she spent by the sea, she knew she’d carry his memory with her no matter where she went.

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.

07/09/2024

Every day, the older sister stood by their small table, selling handmade bracelets to anyone passing by. Her younger sister stayed close, often tugging on her arm or whining when the hours got too long. The older one was used to it, though it could be tiring. She knew her little sister didn’t understand how tough life was. They didn’t have parents to rely on, just each other, and that meant she had to be the strong one.

At times, she felt frustrated, wishing for some space or a moment to herself. But deep down, she knew her role was to protect her sister, no matter how hard things got. Even when she felt fed up, she kept her sister close, making sure no harm came to her.

They lived in a place where survival wasn’t easy, where food and money were scarce, and opportunities didn’t come knocking. The older sister had learned to be resourceful, making and selling whatever she could to provide for them. She had taken on the weight of responsibility at a young age, but it was all for her sister.

No matter how tired or frustrated she became, she knew one thing for sure: she would always take care of her, always shield her from the hardships they faced. Because in a world that gave them very little, their bond was the only thing that kept them going.

07/09/2024

In the darkness, the word "HELP" glowed brightly, a simple yet powerful reminder that asking for help is okay. Mental health struggles often feel like that hidden in the dark, where no one can see. In Australia, far too many suffer in silence.
Every year, one in five Australians experience a mental health condition, whether it’s depression, anxiety, or something more. That’s millions of people who feel lost, stuck in their heads, unsure if they should reach out. Tragically, su***de remains one of the leading causes of death for young Australians, especially men, who often feel pressure to stay silent and tough it out alone. But asking for help is not a weakness. It’s a step toward healing. Support is available, whether through friends, family, or professionals. The message in the darkness of this photo is a plea, not just for the person struggling, but for society to recognize that mental illness is real, and reaching out for support is a courageous act.

No one should face their battle alone.

About Me 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....

07/09/2024

The little piglet and the goat had always been an unlikely pair, but they didn’t seem to mind. From the outside, they couldn’t have been more different, one was small and pink, the other tall and covered in white and brown fur. But as they wandered the farm together, it was clear they shared something special. They spent their days side by side, playing around in the dirt, exploring the paddocks, and simply enjoying each other’s company. Where one went, the other followed. The piglet didn’t care that the goat was bigger or stronger, and the goat didn’t mind that the piglet was small and always getting into trouble. They accepted each other just as they were, and that’s what made their bond so strong. Their friendship was a reminder that it didn’t matter what you looked like or where you came from, true friends were the ones who stuck with you no matter what. The farm was filled with different animals, but none shared a bond like these two, proving that friendship comes in all shapes and forms, and the best ones accept you just the way you are.

07/09/2024

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a golden glow over the ocean, the surfers stood on the rocks, boards in hand, waiting. The waves rolled in, some too small, some too rough, but they didn’t rush in blindly. They knew better than to jump at the first chance. It was all about patience waiting for the right moment, the perfect wave.

Out here, time moved differently. The ocean had its own rhythm, and you had to trust it, just like life. They had learned that rushing things only led to disappointment, whether in surfing or in the everyday ups and downs. Sometimes, the best things took time.

And when that perfect wave finally appeared, they knew it was worth the wait. In that moment, they would ride the wave they had patiently waited for, knowing that life, like the ocean, would eventually take them where they needed to go. It was all about trusting the process, staying patient, and letting things unfold in their own time.

06/09/2024

Today was one of those days where everything just felt heavy for the old dog. He lay on the steps, his head resting on the cool stone, watching the world pass by without much interest. Usually, he’d be up, wagging his tail, greeting anyone who walked by, but not today. Today, he just wanted to be still, feeling a bit of loneliness creep in.

It wasn’t that anything was wrong; some days just felt harder than others. The usual joy he found in chasing shadows or nuzzling friendly hands was replaced by a quiet sadness. He didn’t want to play or move just to sit and watch the world from a distance.

But even as he rested there, he knew this feeling wouldn’t last forever. He’d had days like this before, and they always passed. Tomorrow, or maybe even later this evening, he’d find his tail wagging again, excited by a familiar face or the sound of something interesting. Life wasn’t always easy, but he’d learned that the bad days didn’t last. Soon enough, the sun would shine a little brighter, and the loneliness would fade, leaving room for the happiness that always came back

06/09/2024

As the sun began to set, casting long shadows across the street, the seaside suburb of Scarborough came alive. It was that magical hour when the day shifted into evening, and everyone seemed to be on the move. The market by the beach had just opened, and locals, as well as tourists, rushed to the food trucks, looking for a bite to eat or a place to relax after a day in the sun.

The air was filled with the scent of street food, sizzling meat, fresh bread, and the sweet aroma of desserts. Conversations blended into a lively chatter, and the occasional laughter echoed through the crowd. People crossed the street, some in a hurry, others just strolling, taking their time to enjoy the atmosphere.

Amidst the hustle, there was a calmness in the chaos. The sun, low in the sky, created a beautiful contrast between light and shadow, making everything seem almost cinematic. It was a snapshot of everyday life, where everyone was caught in their own moment, some meeting friends, others grabbing a quick meal, and a few simply enjoying the energy of the evening.

In that brief moment, the crossing became more than just a place to get from one side to the other, it was a gathering of stories, a blend of lives all intersecting under the warm, fading light of the day.