She Has No Name

We are all different in many different ways. We all experience life on different levels and can all be exposed to similar circumstances but what makes us as humans so special is how uniquely different those similar circumstances can affect us.

Out of the millions of people in this world, here is one person’s story.

You will not find a happy ending or romantic interludes; there will be no heroes to save the day nor will justice prevail. You will see nothing more than the rawness of the world narrated to you by an individual seeing the world through her own eyes.

Take a glimpse into a small portion of her life and bear witness to the transformation from a young girl to a young woman and take note of her biases, her jadedness, and her level of sensitivity. She will share with you her triumphs and her heart aches, all delivered absent of emotion.

The incidents here are not relevant; the outcomes warrant neither approval nor rebuttal; people are not important in this story, relationships are inconsequential, and our heroine is nothing more than a tiny thread in a largely woven tapestry. For these reasons, she has no name.