There is something about the forest that always calls. Something, that no matter how dark the trees may be, or what whispers are heard of the danger, The steps into the darkness always seem worth the risk. The silence of the woods overtakes us and brings peace where once there was unrest. The dampness creeps into our bones, but instead of chilling us, it enlivens us, breathing into us a life much deeper and fuller than our existence knew before. Within the confines of the bra

Working on healing the wounds of depression and anxiety through a photographic essay and poem