Rachel
@rsmak
I spent over two decades as a wedding photographer, capturing the fleeting, emotional moments that define a lifetime. Later, I transitioned into advertising, where I worked as both a photographer and copywriter for five years, blending visuals and words to tell compelling stories.
These days, I’m finding my own voice, diving into the uncharted waters of writing my first novel. As a mental health advocate, suicide survivor, and cancer advocate, my work is steeped in the raw, unfiltered realities of grief, resilience, and survival. I write to explore the shadows that shape us and to give voice to the unspoken. It’s my hope that by delving into the depths, we can find a deeper connection to what it means to be human.
Jacksonhole, WY
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When my mother took her life the day before the winter solstice, five days before Christmas, she didn’t just leave me behind—she left me with an inheritance I couldn’t refuse. Darkness became my shadow, grief my companion, and every step forward felt like slipping further into her absence. But the body has a way of keeping score, and now mine has secrets it refuses to let me ignore. This is the story of reckoning with what we inherit, what we bury, and what refuses to stay buried.