I believe in fairytales even in the darkest forests.
Call me a dreamer.
Call me an optimist.
Call me anything you need, but the truth is, there is a way out of the darkness.
Guides, friends, loving strangers, and angels walked by my side all the way out.
I discovered truths about grief and life I was never told about.
I met people who have run with no legs, smiled fully after their children’s trip to heaven.
I met dreamers with no eyesight.
Painters with no hands.
Lovers with no love.