Love Letter #72 | Assaulted

My sense of security was wiped. The notion that we were relatively safe was a false reality and that incident gave us that rude awakening. I had no peace after. I barely slept and panic attacks were served with breakfast, lunch and dinner.

Love Letter #46 | Colour

I am not my label, i’m so much more.
With new found thinking, it’s become easier to break the box. With each step, colour seeps in.