wild soul

I thought Mexico would be a chance to escape my demons, but they were packed neatly in my rucksack. The flashbacks hit hard—strangers became threats, and my brain was a battlefield I couldn’t escape.

She, however, was pure magic. A fabulous artist with a wild soul, she moved through life like it was a canvas waiting to be splashed with color. She didn’t judge, didn’t try to fix me, didn’t tell me to “relax.”

Instead, she stayed steady, a calming force grounding me through flashbacks & mania. She reminded me that even in the middle of turmoil, beauty exists. She was the lifeboat I didn’t deserve but desperately needed—a living, breathing masterpiece who saved me by simply being herself.