When the room is quiet, and my thoughts run a thousand a second, but time has strangely slowed down, I breathe deeply and thank God for the gift of being alive, for not letting my mind to overrule my thirst for life, and bully me into a corner.

It’s not over, it’s only the beginning of a long and beautiful journey. One that I am created to live.


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