When I first started photographing Military Homecomings, I can honestly say I was terrified of night time ones. Actually one of my first homecomings was set for super early morning, before the sun was set to rise, but I prayed for sun and out it came! But now night time homecomings are some of my favorites! There at the end of my time in California it seemed almost all of my homecomings were set for the late evening, and I loved every second of them. The few light stands they set up I think really create a mood that is just perfect for how anxious everyone is waiting, and then the joy and love that comes when the white buses get unloaded. So yes night time homecomings were some of my favorites! Paige traveled quite a ways to welcome her marine home and I couldn’t of been happier waiting beside her with my camera in tow.

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I still get all giddy at the thought of when Katie first messaged me inquiring about a gender reveal session. I was over the moon she trusted me and I just love how it came together. With any pregnancy the joy of just a healthy baby is enough, but usually you’re always hoping for a boy or girl. When I heard Katie was hoping for a perfect little lady I may have been more excited for her to see all the pink that was about to pop out of those black balloons. We hadn’t to keep the pictures before pretty short because Katie knew those devious black balloons were just waiting in my car! Keep an eye out for more of Katie’s journey because I was blessed enough to photograph the big moments for her.
As per usual California, the day of our session was just perfect and the sunshine I can feel it now. Thankfully we had some greenery around us which isn’t so typical for California. So all in all the day couldn’t get better.

If you are in need of a photographer for any and all of your maternity needs I would love to be that person for you!

 

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This is Molly’s Story

The first time I tried to commit suicide I was 16. It was my first boyfriend that pushed me over the edge. Many things had happened to get me to this point. Being relentlessly bullied as soon as I started school, all the way until way after this had even happened. When you’re told every day that you are not s*** you eventually believe it. I can remember so many times when I was being bullied and people who were my “friends” sat there and did nothing. Looking back on it just makes me sick to my stomach. The watchers are even worse then the bullies. Finally I had had enough. I swallowed a handful of sleeping pills and ended up just waking up a little over 24 hours later. Failing at committing suicide is a major punch in the throat man. My family didn’t even notice. I don’t think my mom even knows to this day. I had just recently been diagnosed with depression and anxiety and so I was being fed a cocktail of different pills. My mom was trying desperately to make me feel better. I also have asbergers (if you don’t know what that is click here), adding to all these different pills that did absolutely nothing for me. The feeling of having depression is something that is so hard to explain. You can feel happy for a moment but it is always around. Combining it with anxiety is just toxic and something I wouldn’t wish on my worst enemy. Your anxiety tells you the world is out to get you and the depression makes you not want to do anything about it. After my first suicide attempt I eventually picked myself back up. I got out of that relationship but then just went on a downward spiral. I used sex, drugs and alcohol to make myself feel worthy. Anything I could do to numb myself and to quiet the thoughts of failure in my head. Anyone willing to give me attention I would take it. I’m disgusted with myself thinking about the things that I have done just to feel validated. I still surround myself with people and partying as much as I can because as soon as I go home and I’m alone, I’m back to feeling like absolute trash. As I’ve gotten older I’ve learned so much about myself and about my demons. About why I am the way I am but it is still a struggle. The second time I tried to kill myself I was 21. I sat in my bathtub with a cup of bleach (points for theatrics?) I did not drink it. I wanted to so badly but I just couldn’t do it. I didn’t want my sister to find my body. So I just sat in the water & cried for hours. Nothing had happened prior, I just felt so uncontrollably sad. I could not get comfortable. I couldn’t sleep, I couldn’t eat. I just could not relax. The feelings of sadness and agony were so overwhelming. Once again I eventually got myself back up and running (not alone, my best friend Victoria is my saving grace). My story doesn’t end with rainbows and happiness. But it isn’t all terrible. I have learned more about myself than most people have and I do love myself for the most part. I have learned to live life with no regrets because tomorrow is not a guarantee. My anxiety is now more of the struggle than the depression. That’s the thing I fight the most. It tells me not to do something and tries to make me afraid. If I can, I tell it to f*** off. After a recent loss of my job at a summer camp my depression has come back and it came back harder than ever. But I am a fighter and I will not let it beat me. Right now I refuse to take medicine. If I’m going to beat this I want to do it on my own. I pray constantly and try to meditate daily. Even though my depression and my anxiety are very much there I’ve learned to joke about it and I’ve learned to live a somewhat decent life. I’m depressed, I’m anxious, I’m needy, I’m dramatic but I’m actually kind of happy. For once in a long time. I’ll end my story with this: you are not alone. It feels like it sometimes but I can promise you that you aren’t. As the great Rupaul says “if you can’t love yourself, how in the hell are you going to love someone else?”


If you or someone you know is contemplating suicide call 1-800-273-8255 or go online here

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I used to love those late night calls from homecoming clients letting me know it was time to head to the meeting spot. You can see the excitement written all over these ladies faces! Night time military homecomings just felt more exciting, I think the fact that everyone had to sit around and wait the whole day adds to the anticipation for us all. The hours of waiting and whatever the time was, never mattered to me. The pure joy and love I was blessed to capture at each homecoming made up for any inconvenience tenfold. Your heart is racing with the clients and also knowing these moments won’t happened again, it’s a race my heart misses.

Sarah thank you again for trusting me to capture your homecoming for you. I have loved watching your family grow since!

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What was going to be a single blog post about a few stories of triumph has turned into a mini project. A few strong individuals are trusting me with their stories of struggle and victory and I couldn’t be more honored to share them with you. I’m doing this to bring awareness, to show you that you are never alone and to remind you and them how beautiful you are even after the struggle.

Check out Lesley Vivienne Oklahoma Family & Birth Photographer post about Empower.

This is Tiffany’s Story
“There’s beauty is all imperfections”

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  • July 26, 2017 - 11:33 am

    Becca - I love you so much! The tears are pouring down my cheeks. I will never forget the way your leg looked in the hospital. You have come so far, you’re amazing! The pictures are absolutely beautiful.ReplyCancel

  • July 26, 2017 - 5:53 pm

    Judy Pickle - Thank you for sharing ❤️ReplyCancel