Rainbow

Hope deferred makes the heart sick.

And I was sick for a long time. I worked full time in the film industry which I didn't really like, so I quit my job, stopped writing and filming, and started moping around. For a while I got a hold of myself, I started writing songs, did some gigs in coffeeshops and a little bit of other arts in between. Just a background check, I am the youngest in the family but now I am the only child because we lost two of my siblings. They died in a car crash and I was the only one who survived and until this point, I still have no idea what I'm doing with my life. It feels like I still haven't recovered from the pain my family and I have been through and sometimes I ask myself, will I still ever recover?

I grew up as a playful young girl, loving pretty things, always contented with my life together with my parents, my brother and sister. To me, happiness was just always around the corner; in a piece of candy, in a cone of ice cream, in the marshmallows on my hot chocolate on a rainy Sunday afternoon. To me, happiness was the warmth of the cuddle my parents would give me; the friends I played house with and rode animal ponies with. Well, I was always a happy person, but you know that instance where circumstances just gets in the way and it kills the person you used to be? That's me. My circumstances killed my rainbow.

I'm hoping I could at least get it back, from whoever robbed me of my rainbow.

I'll be re-telling you a slice of life, somehow somewhere between my chapters and my experiences I hope you'll be able to relate, because I know that at some point we've shared the same feelings and frustrations and desperations.

And at some point, we've found ourselves never giving up, and then one day we just wake up and there comes the rainbow we've been dying to find.

Believe me, life is not as colorful as a rainbow, but that's part of growing up. We go through all the colors and come out stronger.

Allow me to take you there.