During the plague of invisibility, one’s life must not remain unwritten. Never silenced by the hulking beast that is self-doubt. Never to become a victim to one’s own dark thoughts; self-worth crumpled up like trash, left clinging to the gutter like a dirty lover. During the plague of invisibility, one must find a voice for their unfinished inner works, pen them back to a monumental life. Never to become the noose around one’s own neck. Every breath a prayer, not a punishment.