Pieces of Me

“Pieces of Me” was never a book. They are just fragments of a broken soul, a scream into the void, whispers of a broken heart and a hug to my younger self. It is for the shadows I grew out of, for the mirrors I shattered, and for the fire I refused to let die. I didn't write them for a book, I wrote it for the little girl in me. All of us come across stages in our life, when the silence feels louder than the noise. With a blurred vision of part and future, I just want to remind you, you are not alone. This book is not perfect. Neither am I. But these pieces? They are real. And maybe — they’ll remind you of a piece of yourself, too.