fell back in love w a version of myself that felt like she was fading away.

miss her & this. & a lot of them. i knew how precious these weeks were; grateful i savored them and captured them however i could manage.

2016, from treatment, some suburb outside of chicago.

i also, uh, REALLY miss these felt tip pen markers

i have so much i want to express about this time in my life. i am trying to wrap my head around how to. it feels so sacred which can’t not be shared, but how do you and where do you and why do you, u know? :///