In the morning, when Jonathon has already left for work and I’m in between snoozing my alarm, I hug myself. I snuggle onto my side, curl my knees up, and I just hug myself. It’s nice. A little bit of comfort and a little bit of strength.
In 2011, I took part in a self-portrait challenge, where I took one self portrait a week for 52 weeks. On a whim, I began it again for 2021… I didn’t realise I would be documenting the year my marriage ended. It started well but slowly and surely ended up being the most difficult and heart-breaking year of my life!
In the morning, when Jonathon has already left for work and I’m in between snoozing my alarm, I hug myself. I snuggle onto my side, curl my knees up, and I just hug myself. It’s nice. A little bit of comfort and a little bit of strength.