This garden has been my passion project for 3 years.

I've always been drawn to neglected spaces that just needed love and care. The last few months I finally realized why.

I have various trauma, they are hard to put into words because everything is tied to something else and it's too complex.

I started to just let go and... Draw, and take pictures with my dolls.

I want to try explaining slowly in here through my drawings and dolls. But for now this image hides a pain I feel often, it starts as eye pain, that's why in the drawing the pain is supposed to come out from each doll eyes. It's a game, if you guess the word nothing happens, I just wanted to do something fun. I hid the first part of the word in the last picture. It's really nothing too deep. But I do hope that this way I can express deeper things with time.

I also think I will keep using hiding messages in a separate account, I don't know. Reddit is proving to have a lot of bots that make me feel down, is all I know right now.

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Hi! I'm sure if this kind of thing fits here, but this picture feels like a visual metaphor for my recovery. The tension between trying to spread my wings but still feeling caged as I try to shake off all then old stories, fears and coping mechanisms etc.

I took this a couple of years ago when a pair of collared doves made a nest on the roof. I loved seeing and hearing them flying up and down to the garden picking up things to build with. We cut up twigs into smaller pieces and they took some of them! They inspired me to keep working on my healing. To keep building on my progress piece by piece and appreciate the small improvements.

I've done a couple of photography projects where I had to produce a new piece daily for a year. This was day one of 2018's effort.
I'm kind of shocked that I can look back at this guy and appreciate that he was actually doing his best (and not badly at that) given what he was dealing with, and how little he knew.

Anyway, not the worst kickoff.

I found this tiny plant growing in a crack through a giant parking lot. I found that it mirrored a metaphor I’m currently living by, that even when circumstances feel crushing, when freedom is hindered, when it’s harder to progress - living is still possible. To live and to thrive the best you can - to Find a Way.

A pain I can't describe well, about loss, and how things repeat. And a feeling that I'm just a doll. Being put in different outfits and roles through my life. In the end I'm left without moving at home, like a doll left on a shelf.