What do you see when you look through these photos?
It was a rare moment. I caught her in conversation while her guard was down and her heart was open.
We talked about labels. The words other people use to describe us. The words we use to define ourselves.
She told me how she felt most of the time: lonely, blank, tired.
She told me what she was best at—what others like most about her: she listens.
She told me what she often found herself wanting: for everything to just stop.