Brianna Ward
I go for a walk, a break from the tumultuous feelings that make up my life.
I take a break from the stress, anxiety, grief, depression and everything else that comes from being me in this moment. I find a little bit of quiet. I can breathe and look around me.
I go into the woods and find hope. I watch the seasons change and remember that anything that is bothering me will change too. I find beautiful, flawed, chaotic growth there, and I feel comfort in that. If the plants can grow as they please in their tangled stems and vines and leaves, so can I.
I go back to my life and mark what I found on paper. I put it down before the experience itself is forgotten, lost like the changing seasons or wilting leaves and flowers. Of course, I can look back on it, look at the photos I took on the walk. But by then I could be a different person, as like the woods, people change with the seasons too.
