“The strands of my soul which should weave together to create a life have shredded and ripped into fragments so tangled up that I have no hope of setting them free. I” — Cathryn Kemp Copy Share Image
“How do I have anything normal, when my life's been shredded to bits, turned inside out, painted different colors and reassembled in an order I don't recognise?” — Shannon Messenger Copy Share Image
