Chapter Nine : Break Free
This wound, this chains attached so much, I still remember how does it feel, I still remember the pain, how my blood tearing down and became a stain on the floor. I was in the middle of crisis. I runaway, My isolation didn’t make my scars any better, didn’t heal anything, it even dragged me down deeply. The day, when I decided to go up on the surface, bearly facing everything, try to understand my position, standstill on my values, everything was processed, I’m processed, healing slowly but pretty much sure. I’m on my process.