I lived in a converted barn in Uxbridge with my son, who had slowly decombusted over the previous decade with addiction. Over these agonizing years, our family collapsed as well, and with it, my own sense of being. My recovery was inspired by my solitary walks in the woods behind the barn. It channels both the devastation and the healing that comes with enduring and surviving trauma. This image reflects the forest as my refuse, my sanctuary to regain self-expression, and ultimately, to find forgiveness. Bathed in its natural strength and vulnerability, I found my own.