28 Stitches on My Broken Heart

By Katherine Myrestad

Embark on a voyage through the stanzas of the soul with Katherine's lyrical masterpiece. A journey that stitches together the fragmented pieces of past trials and triumphs into a quilt of profound healing. With every rhyme, feel the pulse of resilience and witness a tapestry of transformation unfold. It's an invitation to witness a metamorphosis, to find echoes of your own story in the whispers between the lines. Step into a realm where every word is a stepping stone from shadows to enlightenment, and every page turn promises a new horizon. Let curiosity lead you by the hand—immerse yourself in a narrative that promises not just to be read, but to be felt, to be lived.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Katherine Myrestad
• Release date: Nov 8, 2023
• ISBN: 9798223620327

Katherine Myrestad

Katherine Myrestad är en berättare av livets mest fängslande kapitel. Genom hennes ord skapar hon konstverk av känslor och reflektioner, och i varje bok och text öppnar hon upp sitt hjärta för läsaren. Som socialpedagog och författare har Katherine dedikerat sitt skrivande till att utforska mänsklighetens djup, skildra livets resa och erbjuda en tröstande hand till dem som läser. Katherines berättelser bär inte bara ordens tyngd utan även den värme och kärlek som genomsyrar hennes eget liv. I hennes verk kan man känna pulsen av hennes egna upplevelser som en ensamstående mor, hennes glädje som författare och hennes andliga visdom som en guidad själsutforskare. Varje bok blir en del av hennes resa, och varje ord är en inbjudan att dela ögonblick och känslor med henne. Genom att följa Katherine Myrestad pennstreck tas läsaren med på en inre resa, där varje kapitel är en reflektion av livets skiftande landskap. Med en magisk blandning av känslighet och styrka, formar Katherine ord till poetiska mästerverk som inte bara berättar historier utan också skapar en förtrogenhet som får läsaren att känna sig hemma i varje sida av hennes värld.

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Prologue

Welcome, dear reader, to a labyrinth of reflections—a place where every word mirrors a fraction of a lifestyle lived, learned, and cherished. This book isn't always just an account; it is a journey from the multiple faces of myself to the middle of who I am. As we traverse these pages collectively, let your reflections dance along mine. Perhaps you will discover pieces of yourself in my narrative. Let's embark on this odyssey—a conversation with ourselves—to rediscover what is lost, to face what we've been warding off, and to discover ways to love who we have always been. Are you ready?

A Journey Within Paper and Time  Conversation with Myself: The Little Girl

In a dimly lit room filled with the aroma of old paper and ink, a little girl named Katherine sits huddled in a corner, a book clutched tightly to her chest. Her heart beats rapidly, eyes darting around as shadows play tricks on her fragile mind. The world outside that room is too much to bear, filled with trauma and uncertainty. But in the pages of her books, she finds solace, adventure, and a refuge from reality.

Draped with the weight of time, there's a poignant aroma of old paper and fleeting memories. The golden rays from the setting sun meander through the aged curtains, revealing a young girl lost in a book. Every so often, she scribbles fervently, her pen dancing to a silent rhythm.

You might think it's a serene scene, but take a moment. Observe the subtle tightness in her grip, the way her eyes flit, always wary, occasionally glancing over her shoulder as if expecting a ghost from her past. That tangible tension and weight in the air tells of traumas and shadows lurking just outside this sanctuary.

Though she sits so close, she's worlds away. And oh, how I wish I could bridge that distance. If I could, I'd whisper to that reflection of my past, the frightened little girl with dreams as big as the sky and scars as deep as the ocean.

Little one, I'd start, my voice barely more than a breath, In your stories, I see strength in your fantasies, a beacon of hope. With every line you pen, you create a world far from this room, far from the shadows that haunt.

Would she pause and listen? Or perhaps, just maybe, she'd already heard my silent pleas for the time that separated us.

She finds her refuge here amidst the words and tales of far-off lands. Each character is a companion, each adventure a momentary escape from the storms of her reality.

In this room, the tales aren't just stories; they're her armor against a world that's often been too unkind. And as you stand there, silently observing, you might feel a kinship, remembering times when words were more than just letters on a page, but a lifeline to a better place.

With every sentence she writes, she's stitching together a tapestry of dreams and hope, weaving her narrative far removed from the pains of her reality. Every word is a testament to her resilience, every fantasy a form of escape, every story a silent scream for a better tomorrow.

And as the sun sinks deeper, the room darkens, but the magic, the ethereal glow that surrounds her, never fades. Because even in the bleakest corners of her reality, she is the alchemist, transforming pain into stories, darkness into daydreams.

The Frightened Little Girl

In the chambers of my heart, a little girl resides,

A frightened little dreamer with wide, teary eyes.

In books, she sought her refuge, in stories, her embrace,

A world away from terror, a gentle, kinder place.

Her heart was full of wonder, her mind alive with dreams,

Yet shadows loomed around her, muffled silent screams.

In pages, she found courage, in words, she found her flight,

A sanctuary from the darkness, a beacon in the night.

Oh, little girl, I see you, in the mirror of my soul,

Your story is my story, your fears are part of my whole.

We danced through haunted hallways, we sang in whispered tones,

Your memories are my echoes, your pain within my bones.

Dear reader, can you hear her? That child within your core?

She's calling out to tell you, she's not afraid anymore.

For in our shared reflection, we find strength anew,

A love that heals old wounds, a path that leads us through.

Childhood

Dressed up

in rays of sunshine,

barefoot, I run free

through the clouds

of butterflies

holding in hands,

my sinless smile. 

The Teenager

Same room, different times. As you pause outside the door of a dimly lit room, the tapping from within reaches your ears — each keystroke sounding like a desperate plea, a quiet cry for understanding in a world that often seems indifferent. Your fingers, trembling just a little, wrap around the cold doorknob and gently push the door ajar.

Instantly, a wave of warmth engulfs you, as if welcoming you into the raw, untamed landscape of a young soul. The room is a stark contrast to what you might expect from a teenager; it's filled with towering stacks of books, each one a different escape route from a reality that's often too harsh, too demanding. A young girl sits there, eyes red from tears but committed, at a worn desk cluttered with papers and a few photographs of a little brother — the innocent eyes in the pictures unaware of the weight of the world already resting on such young shoulders.

This is where Katherine, a teenager grappling with both internal and external chaos, found refuge. This room was her sanctuary. This is where a chrysalis endured her metamorphosis. This room, cluttered yet comforting, offered her the wings of escape through the written word. Each stroke of the pen, every turn of the page, was an act of rebellion against a world quick to box her in.

But here's where you must pause and wonder: do you also recognize this room? In the stillness, in the heaviness and lightness that each object here carries, do you not see the chambers of your own heart? Those layered dreams, the hushed prayers sent up on beams of moonlight, the tears that nurtured your growth—they're universal stories inked in different handwritings.

As you stand at the threshold, understand that you're not merely a spectator—you're a fellow traveler. The room beckons you to grasp the silent lessons etched into its walls, whispered through years of resilient solitude and unfaltering dreams.

Yet books were her steadfast friends. In the yellow glow of a cheap table lamp, she would lose herself in fictional worlds and other lives — learning, imagining, and daring to hope that there was more to life than the walls of this room. On each page, the young girl turned whispered secrets of survival and resilience, each chapter a testament that stories could change, could improve.

Those moments, hunched over her desk, trying to pen down her thoughts amidst the cacophony of life, were not just attempts at self-expression; they were her first steps toward healing. She was stitching the fragmented pieces of her soul back together