I missed your touch...

She had to leave a loved one to avoid losing herself. All that was left was despair and loneliness. She forbade herself to relapse. And so she wrote, wrote, wrote, until she wrote herself out of the destructive emptiness. And for the first time in her life, she found love within herself. A raw imprint of the journey from mourning, loneliness and dependence to liberating power. A freedom worth every tear. For all who need to know they are not alone in this.