I tried to warn her not to walk away from public view with a guy she ‘d just met. I don’t know why I bothered, because she never listened. I could have screamed and shaken her so violently that she would flinch, but only sometimes.
My depression started at a young age. I was just an average, dorky child. Stringy, messy hair and crooked teeth didn’t help, but I was carefree and sensitive.
Photographer Tracy Sydor dives deep into topics of abuse with imagery and real-life stories.
Why do they stay? Mostly because they are trapped financially.
