I am not a trained artist. The first time I picked up a pen to sketch was when I was battling mental health problems in the face of a cancer diagnosis.

As I doodled the face of a fellow patient, I felt a new-found sense of peace. I sketched some more. And then some more. With each sketch, my mind, body, and soul healed some more. I realised how much more there was to life.

My art, like my life, is unfinished ...

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