29/07/2026
Everyone wants the same thing: freedom.
Most people just don’t know that’s what they’re missing.
This photo was taken just over a year ago at a men’s retreat. I was on the backend of a long stint of isolation.
Not the kind where you’re physically alone. The kind where you’re surrounded by people and still completely unreachable.
Why the isolation?
Because I was working through a heavy amount of guilt and shame, the result of certain actions I’d taken and decisions I’d made. I had broken my own moral code.
Not anyone else’s. Mine.
When you break your own code, there’s no one to answer to but yourself. No punishment handed down. No one checking in to see if you’ve made it right.
You’re the only one who has to face it when the lights go out.
I heard a quote once: “you’re the only one you’re stuck with, so you better try and get along with yourself.”
At that time, I really wasn’t getting along with myself. I could barely look at myself in the mirror.
So I stopped trying. I refused to engage with the world, because engaging with the world meant being seen, and I wasn’t ready to be seen.
To me, that felt like the only appropriate course of action. It made the most sense.
Was it the healthiest? Absolutely not.
But I’d rather sit in isolation than pretend I hadn’t lost myself.
If you’ve ever gone quiet on people for reasons you didn’t explain. If you’ve ever smiled through something you were falling apart over.
If you’ve ever avoided your own reflection because you didn’t like who was looking back.
You already know what I’m talking about.
This retreat was the first time in two years I let anyone see me again. Two days of near silence, then finally, an hour before this photo, I spoke.
That’s the moment in this photo. Not healed. Not fixed. Just finally willing to be seen.
Because that’s where freedom actually starts. Not with having it all figured out. With being willing to be seen before you do.