A Lost Traveller: 40 Months on the Road Without My Darling Mum
Mum, a whole world of sunrises and seasons that your never got to see, and yet, you have been the invisible companion walking beside me, both an ache and a presence, a wound and a guiding light
1 day ago5 min read
When My Pen Screamed: How 1200 Days of Jagged Words Reclaimed My Mum
Writing has allowed me to shatter and rebuild, to remember and mourn, not because it saved me from drowning, but because it taught me to swim in the unsanitised waters of my sorrow
Jan 165 min read
