This is not a recovery story. It’s not inspirational. It doesn’t end with light breaking through clouds. This is a raw, unfiltered Sit Rep—written in the thick of exhaustion, fury, and familial love that persists despite everything. If you’ve ever smiled while screaming inside, resented the people you’d die for, or wondered why “self-care” feels like another chore—you’re not alone. No advice. No solutions. Just one photographer’s voice in the dark.
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A raw, reflective journal from January 2026: navigating global disillusionment, memory, fatherhood, and the quiet return to film photography after burnout. Honest thoughts on decency, presence, and making art in a fractured world—by IJM Photography.
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WordPress, like most companies, wants to create wealth, especially for WordPress. One way it does that is to create advertising that it will place on the sites that…
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Good afternoon Dear Reader. All is quiet on the Western Front, basically I’ve turned down Alexa’s volume from 5 to 3. My boss said the radio was little…
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The weather today is officially depressing and even more so because it’s a Monday. I was so annoyed with life that it now is Friday afternoon. 5 days…
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