Lost and found
In a jungle of mayhem I lost myself. Feathers ruffled, eyes groggy and feet pressing heavily on the ground.
On reading, writing, art and artists.
In a jungle of mayhem I lost myself. Feathers ruffled, eyes groggy and feet pressing heavily on the ground.
The book can be summarised into these lines: "All these years they’ve been like two little plants sharing the same pot of soil, growing around one another, contorting to make room, taking certain unlikely positions."
After months of physical agony, doctors, physio sessions, blood, bone, and MRI tests, after a couple of emergency room visits across three countries, I was (finally!) diagnosed with an autoimmune disease.
I took a break from writing because of a few reasons.
Day 29 of 100 in my 100-day writing project
Day 28 of 100 in my 100-day writing project.