around this time two years ago, I started spending every single weekend driving for hours to visit and photograph the most beautiful places in the Pacific-Northwest as a way to heal the worst and possibly longest episode of depression I have ever experienced in my life. when my anxiety is so permeating it morphs back into a similar depression and self-loathing, I remember those adventures and I return to the outdoors: the woods, the fields, bodies of water--and my insides quiet and I begin to feel grounded again.
now, I am turning this healing into my life's practice by earning my Bachelor's degree in Environmental Studies and I couldn't be more proud of the path my life is taking. the amount of work it took to here was at times unbelievably overwhelming and there were times I honestly didn't think I would even make it here alive! and much less with a clear vision and goals I refuse to be derailed from, a sense of purpose.
it's worth it to hold on, it's worth it to claw through. it's worth it to keep trying your damndest, even when it hurts.