I remember thinking in the middle of the month, I can’t wait for this project to end and now the end is here and I feel sad. I’m sure some are grateful for this month to end so I can stop saddening up their Instagram feed. And in some ways I am too. As a person who has always enjoyed photography and this project has really helped me think creatively again – looking for new ways to express my heart. I’ve been impressed with my phones capability to capture (and edit) some really beautiful subjects.
This project has been hard. After the first week, I was wondering if participating was actually healthy or not. My approach to this project has been to be as authentic as possible, letting myself re-feel raw emotions, allowing them to resurface, work through them again and again (and again). I have cried most days (and nights) this month while re-exploring my time with (and after) Noah and digesting and expressing experiences and thoughts that I hadn’t shared with in some cases anyone.
I’ve been impressed with other’s bravery as they have shared their heart with the endless oblivion of the internet too. Their stories, pictures of their babies (particularly babies born at a similar gestation as Noah) have brought me comfort and given me more peace.
Our love stories have crossed oceans and transcended language barriers – it’s impressive and inspiring the impact of one woman’s dream to keep her son’s story alive. Thank you, Carly for giving us a safe space to carry on the memories of our babies.
This project has been hard. After the first week, I was wondering if participating was actually healthy or not. My approach to this project has been to be as authentic as possible, letting myself re-feel raw emotions, allowing them to resurface, work through them again and again (and again). I have cried most days (and nights) this month while re-exploring my time with (and after) Noah and digesting and expressing experiences and thoughts that I hadn’t shared with in some cases anyone.
I’ve been impressed with other’s bravery as they have shared their heart with the endless oblivion of the internet too. Their stories, pictures of their babies (particularly babies born at a similar gestation as Noah) have brought me comfort and given me more peace.
Our love stories have crossed oceans and transcended language barriers – it’s impressive and inspiring the impact of one woman’s dream to keep her son’s story alive. Thank you, Carly for giving us a safe space to carry on the memories of our babies.