– until I started to write I was just trying to understand why my childhood turned out the way it did. Some stories take years before they’re ready to be told.
There’s no turning back now! I’ve really gone against everything I’ve ever said in my life. Only 7 hours left, and here I am, sitting and reflecting on all the crazy shit I’ve done over the years.
You could safely say everything went to hell. What was supposed to be the best time of my life – apart from becoming a father – turned into three months of chaos, illness, and frustration. Now I’m sitting alone at a hostel in Singapore, trying to find some peace – quite literally breathing deeply, one breath at a time.
Silence doesn’t mean I’m done! A few days ago, I was sitting sleepless on the couch at seven in the morning, exhausted and in a hell of pain after struggling through a day I’d rather forget.
Illness, pandemic, distance – but we endured 5 years of hell. 5 years of struggle. 5 years of never giving up. In six days, we’ll finally be together again.