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A journey from silence back to the voice within.

30 × 24 in · 76 × 61 cm
A journey from silence back to the voice within.
Calendula · Calendula officinalis
I rushed down flights of stairs, searching for the safest place to hide her.
Knowing she would not understand, I locked her inside a small cell.
“I’ll be back as soon as it’s safe,” I promised.
Joy, happiness, healing
A journey from silence back to the voice within.
from the photographer
I rushed down flights of stairs, searching for the safest place to hide her.
Knowing she would not understand, I locked her inside a small cell.
“I’ll be back as soon as it’s safe,” I promised.
I hurried back up the stairs and returned to the role expected of me, adrenaline coursing through my body, my true self left behind.
A fog descended. I forgot how to play, how to smile.
Confused, I tried desperately to fill the emptiness from the outside.
I am certain she cried out for me. But I was so lost and overwhelmed by pain that I forgot she existed at all.
Life without my inner voice became perilous.
The harder I tried to survive, the further I sank. Afraid the next avalanche would bury me, I stopped trying to escape.
Then, in the darkness, a voice whispered,
Maybe there is a way for us to live a life we belong in.
Maybe there is still a way.
Her gentle words found me.
And they stayed.
Joy, happiness, healing
Choose the print size

Available in three sizes, professionally printed and shipped directly by the print lab.
Prints
With creamy lined pages, a ribbon marker, and a pocket for the treasures gathered along the way.
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A journey from silence back to the voice within.

30 × 24 in · 76 × 61 cm
A journey from silence back to the voice within.
Calendula · Calendula officinalis
I rushed down flights of stairs, searching for the safest place to hide her.
Knowing she would not understand, I locked her inside a small cell.
“I’ll be back as soon as it’s safe,” I promised.
Joy, happiness, healing
A journey from silence back to the voice within.
from the photographer
I rushed down flights of stairs, searching for the safest place to hide her.
Knowing she would not understand, I locked her inside a small cell.
“I’ll be back as soon as it’s safe,” I promised.
I hurried back up the stairs and returned to the role expected of me, adrenaline coursing through my body, my true self left behind.
A fog descended. I forgot how to play, how to smile.
Confused, I tried desperately to fill the emptiness from the outside.
I am certain she cried out for me. But I was so lost and overwhelmed by pain that I forgot she existed at all.
Life without my inner voice became perilous.
The harder I tried to survive, the further I sank. Afraid the next avalanche would bury me, I stopped trying to escape.
Then, in the darkness, a voice whispered,
Maybe there is a way for us to live a life we belong in.
Maybe there is still a way.
Her gentle words found me.
And they stayed.
Joy, happiness, healing
Choose the print size

Available in three sizes, professionally printed and shipped directly by the print lab.
Prints
With creamy lined pages, a ribbon marker, and a pocket for the treasures gathered along the way.
Journals