Through My Own Lens: Healing, Anxiety & the Silent Power of Self-Photography
There are times in life when words fail. When the weight of daily battles, unspoken frustrations, and invisible wounds presses so heavily that even breathing feels like work. I recently found myself in that place—a space where my mind felt clouded, my heart exhausted, and my spirit searching for a way to hold on. In those moments of anxiety and inner turbulence , I turned to something unexpected: the camera . Not to capture the world outside, but to capture myself. At first, it felt strange—standing alone in front of a lens. But soon, I realised that photography was not about vanity or performance . It became a form of therapy. Each shot was not just an image, but a release. The act of framing myself, of holding still, of facing my own reflection in the shadows and light, allowed me to process emotions I had buried. This particular photograph—half in light, half in shadow—mirrors exactly how I have felt. Some days, overwhelmed by darkness; other days, reaching toward hope. But...