@driftershoots

A little Sothebys Recap. I’ve spent most of the last month reflecting and combing through old writings in my notebooks from my cell this time last year. There’s a grief that surpasses words when it comes to remembering every step from there to here, most days now I simply don’t try explaining it because I know it doesn’t translate much to people beyond a “really crazy story.” It’s hard to explain to friends and family how life is changing when you don’t even understand it most days, all you know is the dream is the dream even if it doesn’t always look like what you thought. I start every day with gratitude because of what could’ve been, there are irreparable scars inside to never let me forget that. In a week I will have been out a year, I’m finding power in reclaiming my time, my joy and my peace. I’m finding power in separating myself from the dark and celebrating the light I’m walking into; understanding that I am much more than overwhelming trauma, I am gifted and genius apart from all of that. These are difficult days, days of tripping over my own feet wishing I was somewhere further along with not feeling so sad, so angry and so hurt all the time, knowing that no amount of success can heal everything it took. They’re also days of hope and peace, light flooding a rainswept countryside after the storm. Some days you spend wondering what surviving means, in latter days you find the answer, the purpose and the light. All in all, these are moments of gratitude where the sky opens up and the future illuminates itself even if for but a second and you breathe it all in. These are the early days of the other side. Thank you @misanharriman for taking the portraits of my father & I. It was a moment I will never forget.