By Melissa Chapple
I had lived for everyone else, worn my stars to give them light whilst suffering the burns that burdened me. While others basked in my light, I lost myself through pain. Injured by my own light, with nobody to shine their stars onto me. Six months ago, I removed my stars, allowing the hurt underneath to be seen. I don’t have to hide anymore, I don’t live for others anymore, I live for me. Now I am free, to be myself, to be my own light instead of looking for the person who might choose to shine theirs onto me.
“I’m challenging myself to write fiction for the first time as a break from writing non-fiction as part of my career.” – the writer