One of the ideas that is pushed in rehabs is the idea of the dysfunctional family. It is encouraged to see ones life through a filter, “everything was horrible and fucked up” (i.e.: dysfunctional). Doing this photo album is giving me a different perspective. For so long, I have seen my life that way, and I want to go through… Read more →

When I went back to Portland, the first night I was there, I felt so devastated so crushed. This was the town I had run from the very instant I could manage it. It was here that I was left by my father and had terrible misunderstandings with my mother. It was here that my mother was so depressed and… Read more →