She sits on the rock, the wind tangling her hair, shutting out the world as she stares at the horizon, lost in thought.
Inside her, worries, questions, and truths whirl like a tempest.
Brave. Strong. Independent. These labels feel like armor, yet they weigh heavily on her. She has battled through loss and love, laughter and tears. Lonely nights stretch into eternity, while others ignite with passion, each contrasting sharply against the shadows of despair.
Emerging from the depths of hell, she finds clarity and freedom. A fierce passion for life now burns within her-a flame ignited by the darkness she once feared. No longer held back by anxiety, she steps boldly into the light, recognising that her journey through suffering has shaped her into a resilient force, ready to embrace whatever comes next.
-J.A
