I admit that I am lucky enough to return home at an unexpected time. I am fortunate to have met so many good people when I was young and wandering around the streets. At that time, I treated the outside world as a safe haven where I could escape the toxicity of my family. I felt blessed to receive countless acts of kindness along the way.
I am grateful for the people I have met as I moved away from my home and homeland. From mentors, neighbours and friends to chance encounters with kind strangers, each one has shaped my journey in ways I could not have imagined. Their personal story, our conversations and simply by being who they are, give me inspiration and courages. as I tried to face the past trauma, and the disorders I’ve since brith. These people have given me the strength to embrace an unconventional life and reconnect with my own body, soul and mind. I hope there would be a Christmas season where I could host all these lovely people who have been so important in my life.