Headed Home
One day in 2012 I woke up with a sharp clarity - I had never felt at home in my body and no one had ever believed me.
This began a journey for the truth that took me through a dangerous relationship with a man who promised that since he could truly see me he would finally heal me. I read books with ideas that unraveled me, saw unlicensed healers with secret sex cults who unearthed my traumas and left me alone with them, all the while being passed through hundreds of dismissive and bored medical professionals.
I took these photos because I believed I was documenting a miracle. I knew first hand no one would trust what I’d experienced when I reached the end, and besides, an image is worth a thousand words.
When the answer arrived it wasn’t in the hands of ego-driven healers or boyfriends with visions of grandeur or even my clueless primary care doctor. It came quietly, pieced together from dozens of interactions, articles and meetings.
I was the miracle, even when failing and misunderstood. This is a document of my body and what it felt like to live within skin that was boundary-less and pumped with fear.
In 2025 I drove through the pouring rain to Rhode Island to finally get my diagnosis.
This is the story of that 13 year long journey.
