I’m not a professional photographer. I’m a person, with a camera who happens to love taking photos of the things in my life that bring me joy or things I want to have to look at in the future. Being ill with chronic illnesses is a full-time job. Swirling around me are doctor appointments, managing the phone calls reminding me of doctor appointments, invasive tests, pain, questions, medical bills, hospital visits, anger, wrong diagnosis, right diagnosis, trips to the pharmacy, insurance problems, explaining… lots and lots of explaining. This is along with living life as a wife, mother and grandparent trying to act like I’m just fine because everyone has an opinion, if you just keep your struggles or problems to yourself then you don’t have to listen to the well meaning loved ones constant suggestions or, sometimes their anger at you. I don’t blame them, I understand that they love me, maybe they’re scared but trying to not act it, their life is affected too. I know when they’re using my illness as a way to not take responsibility for bad or rude behavior or saying hurtful things as well. I don’t care if I’m sick or 100% healthy, I have learned that if someone sees your weakness, and they know you don’t have the energy to fight, they will do and say things they’d probably never do or say if I wasn’t just too sick to take action. So, I take responsibility and suggest counseling for us. But back to photography.
All that comes with being ill with “diagnosed conditions” which is somehow a must have for the majority of people to treat you with respect and honor your less than perfect ability to meet everyone’s needs, I found I needed something to quiet my mind and release this anger. I’m not an angry person, I thought, but I sure have a lot stored up. However, by getting my camera and disappearing to my favorite places to take a photo or two or 500 I regain a calm that allows me to forget the pain and all that I must handle and instead, enjoy my life. The only person I should look to, to save me or to help me is ME. My attitude towards all I deal with is going to either make me an angry sick person with a pessimistic outlook on everything which I never liked being around, or is going to help me see that I’m not totally gone, useless, broken, hopeless and numb. Rarely am I well enough lately to take these photo opportunities. But, if ever I get the chance, I fight to do it because it reminds me of all the beauty around me. Continue reading How Photography Helps Me