I was at the end of my first of three years of acting school in London, and one day for no reason I lost the ability to speak. For three months, I couldn’t talk. For three months I couldn’t say one miserable sentence. And neither doctors nor electroencephalograms have ever been able to explain to me what really happened. What I can tell you is that I arrived at a moment of such great frustration and desperation that it led me to want to take my own life. […] But this pain began to feel a bit less heavy when I saw my pain, the exact same type of pain, reflected in the works of art of others. In plays, movies, paintings. Little by little, I began to see my pain and read it in poems. The words of the poets began to fill my silence. It became the only form in which I felt like I could express my emotions. Art became something alive.
– Karla Souza, Tedx Talk
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