“I understood now why so many writers and artists, while in the thick of illness, became memoirists…”
This book did a good job of breaking my heart, and piecing it back together with gold glue.
A real friend…
Sometimes, we need someone to point us towards our north star – of what we are good at and enjoy – when we can’t see it through our own darkness. Today on the blog I’m talking about a different kind of support that got me through some hard days when I couldn’t do what I loved.
‘Put your hand on your heart…’ A little Atticus poetry today!