The Cost of Independence
Because no matter how carefully I arrange the furniture of my independence, someone else always holds the key.
Because no matter how carefully I arrange the furniture of my independence, someone else always holds the key.
I believe in love. Not the easy kind, but the brave kind. The kind that asks us to risk disappointment and remain open anyway.
I unpack the years, the loves, the losses, and tuck them away in cupboards and corners.
A poem written in my late teens about captivity, fear, and survival. Years later, it revealed a meaning I could never have imagined when I first wrote it.
We are all shaped by stories – those we inherit, those we tell, and those we are still learning to understand. Read Me is an invitation to consider the experiences, memories, and histories that sit beneath the method.
We all build walls for a reason. The Fortress is a reflection on resilience, healing, and the moment we find the courage to step beyond them once more.