We all grieve. Grieving in our own ways. I cried, oh how I cried and I got mad. I felt a heaviness. I felt like I was being weighted down. I needed to shed an exterior, to mourn. To stand proudly in what I have become.
I closed the door, turned on grounding music/sounds. I stood there and looked at my reflection. I thought of all the chats, and all the words of advice and wisdom given to me. I just stood there and stared. I closed my eyes and cried. Then I took a deep breath, opened my eyes and smiled.
I felt the heaviness shed from my shoulders, I felt my heart being held in gentle hands. I felt light return to my spirit. I felt the anger slip from my clenched jaws. A peace washed over me, and I smiled and I smiled.
(I documented the moment I shaved my head. I wanted to see the pain, I wanted to see the grief. To me photography allows me to express feelings and capture the rawness)