It doesn’t matter where or when, I’m always reminded of that moment of fear. One also filled with hope, despite the possibility of life coming to an end in a fraction of a second. I can still feel the release of emotions after everything turned out ok. But since then, I have to make a choice every single time.

On one hand, a memory that is powerful enough to make me stay in, almost as if I was giving up. On the other, when I step out of the house and reach the dark streets and their shining lights with the camera in my hands, I know I’ll get one step closer to overcome that feeling.

And believe me, I will.

Taken in Dec. 2019, this photograph is part of my journey to make a past trauma fades away completely.