It just happened. I woke up one morning and I had peace. It felt as if I knew myself, my personality and character. Thinking about my journey and how I got to that morning, I tried to connect the dots and realised that I couldn’t. The past was behind me. That was it. It … Continue reading cry a river. build a bridge. get over it.
The Beginning We build our own prisons, and carry them around. We bang our heads against heavy bars, and silently cry out for help. Some manipulative moves force us to our knees and we become immovable objects, trapped in the misery of our circumstance. I felt like a caged bird. Trapped. Powerless. What does it … Continue reading powerless