"For them, they might be just ugly scars. For her, they are reminders that she can bear storms and yet, heal again, alone."
Some days feel like sunshine in a teacup, warm and small, just enough to hold in your hands. Other days feel like rainclouds drifting too low. She’s learning to live with both. Once, she thought she had to run to escape herself. Now, she’s learning to stay. She’s the kind of girl who smiles easily, but keeps her thoughts tucked away where no one can reach them. From coffee-stained pages to long walks under orange skies, her days are stitched together with small acts of courage. But between burnt toast, missed buses, and unexpected kindness, she’s starting to realize: maybe life’s not about getting it all together… maybe it’s about enjoying the pieces. She’s healed from storms she doesn’t often speak of, and now she’s simply figuring out how to live again—slowly, gently, and a little clumsily. This is her story, and entirely her own. But more storms often follow storms and she realised that late. Will she be able to adjust to the sunny and stormy days that come one after the other?
