Photo taken by contributor Tracy, a 30-year-old woman who lives with her husband and 8-year-old daughter in Glasgow, UK. Tracy has struggled with anxiety and depression for several years. She worked as an office assistant but was signed off work due to mental health issues. She deteriorated even more after that, with time spent in hospital, going to see counsellors, and lots of medications, with various side effects. She decided that she didn’t want to live like that anymore and she wanted to make her daughter proud of her, so she pushed herself to go back to college where she chose to study photography. She quickly realized how much she loved every aspect of photography. Although she still has very dark days, she continues to push herself and carry on doing what she loves.
About this photo: “This image was taken for a project I did for uni, which was a series of 8 final images portraying my mental health issues. This particular one was taken on Bonfire Night but in that moment it reminded me of the Dylan Thomas poem “Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night”. Specifically the line “Rage, rage against the dying of the light”. This made me think about how strong we are, fighting this battle no one can see. We have to rage against the darkness so it does not consume us.”
Find more from Tracy at her website.
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Great photo and wonderful description
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It’s so lovely Tracy! That verse is one of my personal mantras. Great work and thank you for sharing.
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Very nicely written, a great read!
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Beautiful
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The words make the picture so much more poignant !!
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Great post. Thank you!
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nice!!
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Reblogged this on ShadingNepenthe and commented:
scraps peeled from the wall and fell into the depths of the fire.
the embers licked them up greedily.
more greedily than their reason to writhe.
that fire burned in the depth of my heart.
and the depth of the fire shielded both the beauty of the past, and the ambitions yet to discover.
A great picture, I loved the incandescent glow and how the sparks are independent in their world, free from the place where they are originally from and waiting to evolve into something new.
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Reblogged this on Saudade.
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