These photos were shot and submitted during the 2020 Hearst Journalism Awards National Photojournalism Championship where I placed as a finalist. The competition took place in June.
Sheltering-in-place has been one of the most difficult times of my life. These last few months have been a blur, and I have seen some of the most exciting opportunities for me, my career and my life slip away. I was supposed to leave the country for the first time, I was supposed to have an amazing internship this summer, I was supposed to go to DC to study first amendment law and controversies, I was supposed to do an amazing story about an amazing family battling Spina Bifida, and so much more. Instead, I find myself in a haze, thumbs scrolling for miles, my mental health spiraling, my relationship struggling, my camera collecting dust on a shelf.
Quarantine has felt timeless, each day and night blur together and so I have decided to refrain from including times or dates.

Lily Thompson, the photographer, lays in bed for a self portrait replicating a typical morning for her in her home in Bowling Green, Ky. I stay in bed most days until at least 2 or 3 in the afternoon, switching between Twitter, Instagram and TikTok for hours. I refresh my feeds over and over to watch life happen outside the walls of my home without me. My boyfriend, whom I live with, is an essential worker, a vet tech at our local humane society, so I am left home alone throughout the day with only our pets and my own thoughts to keep me company.

Brandon Taylor, my boyfriend, cries in our living room during a fight with me. He and I have been together since Oct. 2018 and have scarcely spent a night apart. Moving in together at the beginning of this year seemed like a natural, if scary, next step. We'd been living together for barely a month when shelter-in-place was initiated. He went to work, I stayed home and he was close to my only human interaction for weeks. His life hardly changed when the virus hit but everything changed for me. We fight more frequently now than we ever have, COVID-19 and living together has revealed issues in ourselves and our relationship that neither of us realized were there.

Dishes pile up and Brandon often just does them for me. While I have never been a very clean and organized person, one of the things we fight about most, quarantine has brought out some of the worst parts of myself. When left by myself with nothing to do, look forward to or live for, I revert into a laziness and tiredness that makes even daily tasks difficult.





Brandon and I apologize to each other after a fight. Living with a significant other for the first time during this time has been difficult in ways I could have never imagined. We have reached new levels of intimacy and new levels of annoyance. We each have issues to work through and we are learning how to do that together while also learning to live in a new world.