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SYNOPSIS STILL is an unflinching, deeply personal portrait of a young woman caught between survival and selfhood. Told through raw chapters, fragmented reflections, and emotionally honest prose, the book follows Ifechi Davida Nwaokafor, a fighter who never asked to be brave, as she stumbles through poverty, ambition, burnout, and the aching silence between dreams and reality. Ifechi isn't the kind of heroine who overcomes. She endures. She breaks. She rages. She doubts God, herself, and the system that keeps women like her one breath away from giving up. From begging for writing gigs that barely cover food to battling shame, loneliness, and the slow violence of being unseen, this is not a story of triumph-it's a story of trying. Again and again. In a world that romanticizes resilience, "STILL" is a refusal. A refusal to fake healing. A refusal to spiritualize suffering. A refusal to go quietly. Perfect for readers of Michaela Coel's misfit, or anyone who's ever stared at the ceiling and thought, Is this it? This is Ifechi's answer: "I'm not better. But I'm still here. That has to mean something.

Life isn't always about the moments we remember-it's about the ones that quietly shape us. Fragments of Me traces the winding paths of growth, loss, and discovery, capturing the small, intimate experiences that leave lasting marks. Told with honesty and tenderness, this book invites readers to reflect on their own hidden stories, the unspoken truths, and the quiet resilience that carries us forward. A journey of introspection, it explores how we navigate life's unexpected turns, the lessons we learn in solitude, and the beauty found in simply becoming ourselves.

Author's Note At first, this text was meant for me alone. I wrote it so I wouldn't forget what I had understood, what I had felt, what I had touched with the tip of my consciousness. I needed to leave a trace. Because once words are written down, they allow us to remember more clearly. And because I know that doubt, forgetfulness, or the noise of the world can sometimes cover everything up. But the more I wrote, the more I realized how difficult it is to put this kind of reflection into words-and how much this journey requires staying both lucid, honest, and open. So I thought: maybe others are going through the same questioning. Maybe some people, somewhere, are trying to connect what they deeply feel with what they've been taught. Maybe they, too, are trying to let spirituality, science, intuition, and doubt coexist. This text does not try to teach a lesson. It doesn't claim to be right. But if it can support a reflection, or express in words what someone hadn't yet been able to say, then it will have meant something beyond me.

I'm not sure when the light went out. I just remember realizing I'd been in the dark for a while. Seventeen-year-old Ivy doesn't know how to explain what's wrong. The words don't come out right when people ask. So instead, she write's-letter's she never sends, journal entries she hide's, voice memos she can barely listen to. Through fragment's of her private world, Letter's from the Hollow Room takes you inside the quiet, suffocating reality of living with depression. Ivy's story is one of invisible battle's, awkward therapy session's, fragile hope, and the slow, stubborn fight to believe life can be more than just surviving.