What is a blog? Social media today?
We often show what we love, what we succeed in. A world full of filters, appearances, and sparkle. It’s rare to see people express themselves without a mask, or at least try to speak with honesty and heart. But these places could be more than just shop windows. They could be spaces to listen, to support each other, where we share what we truly feel—without fear.
There are times in life when we feel alone in front of the world. And when we dare to show who we really are—even just a little—we build a bridge between ourselves and others. Because we grow as humans when we speak with our hearts. We should judge less, understand more, and stop hiding behind what looks good. It’s easier to see others’ mistakes than our own. But a better world starts with accepting our own imperfections.
There are moments in life when we feel alone in front of the world.
Born from months of solitude, of mixed emotions, of silence. I went through a period where I tried to understand, alone, what I was feeling inside. I didn’t want to create illusions. I was simply trying to stay true to who I am – imperfect, but sincere.
My childhood wounds created a hypersensitivity in me that sometimes overwhelms me. It makes me vulnerable, always searching for balance, with this constant fear of doing too much or not enough, of hurting others or not being enough.
2022, 2023, 2024… Each year added more weight. Until 2024 became the year when everything collapsed. Emotions, old and new pains, misunderstandings… Something had to come out. Something had to change.
An unexpected encounter…
Sometimes, we meet someone who, without meaning to, touches a part of us we had buried. A short meeting, but intense. An unexpected connection, arriving without warning. And for the first time, I let down my guard. I let my heart speak, open up, give sincerely.
Even if today this story seems gone, even if from the outside it looks small… I know what I lived. I know where I placed my heart. What I felt was real. And maybe it’s that contrast – between what I gave and what I didn’t understand – that reopened deep wounds.
When you've already known abandonment, injustice or misunderstanding, some experiences hurt even more. It wasn’t just a heartbreak, it was a wound that opened again. And that wound, I had to learn to face it.
Back to my roots
At the start of 2025, another shock: the news of my mother’s illness. A heavy blow, a silent urgency that forced me to rethink my priorities. To look for strength where I thought I had none left. That’s what pushed me to retrace my steps. To return to the place where I had left part of myself, hoping to find it again.
It’s not going backward. It’s going back to myself. A need to understand, to heal, to reconnect with my own path. Because sometimes, healing doesn’t come from forgetting, but from accepting. From facing what hurt us, not with bitterness, but with tenderness.
Forgiving, even in silence
I’m not looking for someone to blame. I don’t want to throw guilt. In every relationship, there are mistakes, shared wounds. But I’ve chosen to forgive. Because forgiveness sets you free, even when the other person doesn’t ask for it.
My sister, for example, chose to distance herself. And that was heartbreaking. She was an anchor for me. Her absence left an emptiness. But in that emptiness, I’m learning to stand on my own. Maybe less strongly, but more sincerely.
To you, who are reading me
If you’re still here, thank you. Maybe you recognize yourself in some of these words. Maybe you too are going through a time where everything feels blurry. Know that you are not alone. That even in pain, there is connection. Even in silence, there is hope.
And most of all, remember: healing doesn’t look like what we see on Instagram. It’s slow, imperfect, sometimes painful. But it’s real.
If you also feel lost, I send you light. We can always come back to who we are. It’s never too late to learn to love yourself.
