December 2018

“With Your Eye’s Closed”

This on-going work is a representation of my comfort and my sense of security with being in the dark. Daylight has a power over most, allowing for a complacent groove to be acquired. We embark on our day communicating with the same people as we did the day before. Traveling the same routes as the day before. At the end of each day we go back into our cages like trained birds as we recall its contentment. We lock the doors to keep the unknown away, for we don't know it. We choose not to participate in it's assignation. The dark challenges us, brings out things we can't explain or understand. For me day time monogamy is challenged by night time undertaking. 

My anxiety and depression have often kept me in the dark and have allowed me a place in its dominion. As my assuagement grew I chose to embrace it. Ultimately I chose to show how I see it. The darkness has become a tool a way to express my inner thoughts and struggles. This work is an outer expression of my inner most struggles.

November 2018

Disclaimer: this post speaks on my mental health as well as thoughts on suicide, if this topic isn’t easy for you, maybe skip this one. 

I’ve been struggling for some time now wanting to say things, personal things about myself to my friends and even to some family members. Never knowing when is the right time or how it will be received. After wrestling with talking about it for months, I'm not sure there is a right time so, here it goes.

I'm 36 years old and for all of my life I've dealt with some slight forms of anxiety. That is until I reached my 30's. Then it slowly became more and more overwhelming, more and more toxic to my daily life and eventually I had a serious breakdown. I was driving to school after work one day and I had to pull over on the highway, tears flooding my mind racing. It had been the better part of a week and I couldn’t make it stop. At that point I had to for the first time talk to someone about me. I had never shared how I felt, just assumed it was a "normal" feeling and that everyone lived with it. I finally spoke with my wife and let her in. Crying on the phone, from the side of the highway. Even though we had been married for 7 years at that point I had never really let her in. For fear of her leaving, seriously. For fear of her not really listening or not believing me. Not because she’s a terrible person but because that is what society had taught me. That I was not normal and normal people would flee once they knew. Keeping this a secret is not what I had in mind and now I can see how keeping it a secret can cause a divide that can lead to people saying that they had no idea their significant had been struggling. It becomes easy to hide when you've been hiding it for as long as you've been you. They dont prepare you for it. They don't prepare you to fight yourself. There is no book, there is no manual or guide to defeat the very thing that controls you. I had become so use to wearing a mask, an outer layer of bull-shit that it began to fit like my favorite t-shirt. You can see that I am wearing a shirt, but no one can see what it's made up of. The blend of reality and an dark abyss. It's not a way to keep people out believe it or not but a way to keep them near. To not chase them away. Afraid if they see the real you they'll leave. Either out of fear or skepticism. Learning how to function, to be a functioning adult took me seeing a professional. That took me swallowing a lot of foolish pride (30 years worth) and saying "if I want to be able to control this, if I want to be able to carry on with my life I. Need. Help." I still can’t control it, it still over powers me. I still have moments where I get swallowed by the darkness. Therapy lead to A LOT of insightful things for me. Learning how to process the flood of thoughts and how to bring myself back. Focusing on what I can control at the moment. This taught me a good deal about my entire life, about me and my child hood as well as how and why I react to things the way that I do. In my early thirties I was diagnosed with GAD (General Anxiety Disorder) as well as depression. I believe there are bouts of mania as well, and from my own personal research it appears it can come along with the depression, but I am only a doctor when I have an internet connection. My support system of true friends and family have been nothing but amazing through-out! Listening when I speak about it and staying on top of me when I drop of the map. Encouraging me to be in the moment. 

My struggle is my struggle but for those who love me it's theirs as well. I am truly thankful for them. Truly! 

I say all that and bring you to this point to talk about photography. How I believe it has literally on a few occasions saved my life, literally. I don't mention that to scare or hurt anyone, but because it's true and I struggled with saying things like that out loud for a very, VERY long time. Wanting to keep those thoughts and feelings inside. Not sure it was okay to release that information to the outside world. Seeking help was seen as a weakness. So I carried them, with all the other things that life ask us to carry until it all became to much. Until it literally spilled out. After therapy on again, off again I turned to photography by chance just wanting a hobby or an outlet. To me it would keep me preoccupied and not allow me to be swallowed by the deep abyss of my thoughts. It was to be a task I had to complete. It put me in plain sight but hidden. It allowed me to slow down and to move without attracting attention oddly enough. On set or in public people focus usually on the camera, it's cast it's own spell on people. Them seem to forget there is a person with it. Getting to see the world the way I saw it. Without an interpretation from my thoughts. It gradually became a cathartic exercise to me. And over time has become my therapy (I don’t recommend not attending therapy). It has a way of taking me out of my world or out of my head even though it doesn't actually remove me from the real world. It brings a piece and a stillness that is most welcome when my brain seems to be feeding on itself. Photography is a shelter for me. A place to go when I am to much. When I am attacking me. I can use photography to get up, it can be the first step that leads me out of bed and through the day. Knowing that I need to take one image. Knowing that I drove passed something yesterday that would make a great (to me) image. It allows me to retrieve a piece of me that has been taken away by my own brain. When my mind is buzzing I can grab my camera and unconsciously all the chaos is quieted. This task turned into a process, turned into a passion. Now its who I am.  

Recently I found out about an photographer named Tara Wray. She has a photo book called “Too Tired For Sunshine” it's a beautiful photo book. More importantly it is an almost spot on representation of how my brain sees and how I feel in moments. After digging around on the internet I found out that Ms. Wray started an Instagram community called the "Too Tired Project". I found some comfort in this book and the project. Knowing that the way I use photography was the way many others use it as well. It gave me the courage to write this, to write about me. It prompted me to feel like I wasn’t alone. Many other people sharing encouraged me to share, so if me sharing can encourage one person to share, or to seek a therapist because there is nothing wrong with it or one person to take medication because there is nothing wrong with it or to find a creative outlet or to stay alive then my struggles mean more than me just struggling.