Dear Christopher

Elm Springs Thrift Store

It was hard today. There were moments when everything seemed normal, moments when I could forget everything and just be. And then the overwhelming sadness and despair and tears and sobs and the festering wound that had been so carefully healed would overtake me. The shock and the forcefulness of these feelings hit me so hard that I felt the wind being knocked out of me. How am I supposed to stay strong for everyone else when I can barely breathe? When I myself am unraveling?

I want to continue this practice of writing to you again every day. I think it's good for me to continue taking daily pictures. Hauling my camera around with me everywhere I go will force me to see the wonders that this world has and in the process maybe I will learn to find strength, calmness and the peace that I so need right now. I may not write everyday, but I will try my best.