The Monument
We don't just carry pain. Sometimes we build with it. Brick by brick, until it becomes the thing standing at the center of our lives. What if the monument isn't honoring your past—but keeping you trapped inside it?
And the Award Goes To…
“See me. Please, just see me." That's what we're really saying when we hold our pain up as proof. So why does the very thing meant to connect us so often push people away?
