In the blink of an eye, my entire world was ripped away from me. I fought like hell to get them back.
But the battle for freedom doesn’t stop there, because now it seems we’re trapped in a war of attrition against our own demons—our own minds.
Amidst all of this internal turmoil, it makes me wonder if it’s even possible to defeat them together? To emerge stronger on the other side?
Fear and doubt have a funny way of tricking our brains into questioning the difference between nightmares, dreams, and reality. Is the joy we seem to find in the small moments real?
Or is our happiness just an illusion?
