this is me today. my first self portraits on my new (to me) D5600. and really, this has been me for a while. i hate the phrase “let myself go,” bc of all the awful ways people use it against themselves and others. and how purposeful it feels—i let myself go, i let the dog out, i let the washer run. maybe i did “let” this happen. it’s weird, bc there’s a part of you that knows it’s happening—more time on my phone, books left unfinished, plans cancelled, another five days without a shower go by. i -know- i’m letting myself leave, bit by bit. and then i didn’t see myself anymore—i don’t even feel like i belong to my body anymore. so to say: i haven’t been doing well, for some time. falling feels like flying till the bone crush. but! i have a psych appointment in two weeks. and getting this camera is a dream fulfilled. i -felt- something today—excitement, curiosity. feelings i’d forgotten. i want to document my way back. or rather—my way onward. today is the beginning.