Sometimes it’s weird looking back at old photos. It’s weird seeing how young I looked, and the people I loved deeply that are no longer part of my life. How do you reconnect?
It’s weird to see myself looking so happy in one photo, next to a friend I loved, but also know the truth behind that photo of how much anxiety and borderline depression I was going through. I captured that moment because it made me happy, but it does not erase the amount of internal suffering that was happening behind the scenes. But who else could know that but I?
I do love the moments I captured those photos of love amongst friends, and I miss them. But it is still weird looking back
When people ask me why I don’t want to go back to University – it’s for many different reasons, but I just don’t want to go through the same internal struggles again.
Do you feel the same when you look back at old photos? Specially the ones you look happy on.
Let me know below 😊