My life is a daily struggle. And this from my birth to my death. A life that, besides the beautiful moments that it knows, often has deep wounds. Ranging from rejection and failure over intrigue and tragedy to abandonment and betrayal. Cracks that are very difficult to heal and that are accompanied by the necessary pain. But I embrace the fractions as part of my own history. I tie them together and find beauty in the broken. It illuminates my life and completes my story. My silver seam.