There were times I felt really low and didn’t know how much longer I could carry on living in daily fear. I never considered that colouring might help me, until I remembered a time it had.
Do you ever see a face, and wonder what story they have to tell? Whenever, someone comes to see me, this is usually the first thing I wonder. Who is this person? How do they see themselves? How did they get here? I am struck by the uniqueness that emerges, and while there may be similar themes, no person's story is ever the same.