At the age of 13 her life split and as life continued she was torn between who she once was and who she was becoming, who was she ? While battling the demons of mental illness, heartbreak, financial issues and identifying a lack of self expression s...
My dad always used honey in my tea and I would lick the extra remains off the side of my cup. Most of the time it tasted sweet but sometimes it was bitter but no matter the taste I ate it anyway and just like the honey remains I ate, I ate life. Every ray of pain woke me wiser I wiped my lips of hunger for happiness and success My throat unimaginably swollen with hope.
I don't believe we all have just one book of life with a bunch of chapters We are book collections and each day you add to a new chapter and eventually that book comes to an end and is added to your collection, that's when you start a new book. keep writing, keep fighting, keeping living and your pages will turn for you.
Some chapter won't always end in your liking but remain calm and listen to yourself Your book ending is when you say so. Your collection isn't complete until God says so.
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