A scar. The remainder of what was there before, and what is no longer. Beauty was something I grew to love within myself and appreciate it in all shapes and forms. My skin colour, my race, my hair texture – all of it. I was beautiful in my stance. I loved myself. Yet, now I have to find that same beauty in a different version of me.
2017 – What a significant year this was for me. Unfortunately, it was both good and bad.
I was excited about the direction my life was going. Became a qualified teacher, received a promotion and was financially stable – thinking about the future. I even went on three holidays back to back in summer!
However, in October 2017, that was the month I almost died. The month I survived a traumatic brain injury. Life has not been the same since then. Now I am on a new journey.
