I remember one day I just looked in the mirror and really saw myself. It felt so strange, I noticed new wrinkles and freckles and felt sadness similar to that of missing an old friend. This was the first time I noticed something was wrong. Later on, came the feeling of being separated from my body, being taken away from reality, and then waking up to it all of a sudden. I was told I was experiencing dissociation. As a reaction to trauma in my life, I chose dissociation as a coping mechanism. It helped me when I needed to disappear from the world and myself. But when I finally wanted to come back, dissociation was keeping me hidden. I took these photos to understand my dissociation better, to pay respect to it in a way, and to come to terms with having lost large parts of my experiences to it. I also took these photos to connect to others that might recognize dissociation in themselves and in a way say “You will reemerge again”.