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Self-exploration is a long process that takes years to complete, if ever… My first years of life were complicated, if not catastrophic. I have never felt included or even worse, loved. Although I understood years later that I could never have been loved, because I did not allow myself to be. It's never too late to figure that out, right?

I’m here to tell you that the writing of “The Island of Tiripsia” began when I was 15 years old, quite by chance. Suffering from the “joys” of academic failure, I was sent to homework help courses - including spelling! Although today, I no longer remember the name of this lady, with whom it all started, I will never be able to thank her enough for having seen the sparks in my imagination that day that mattered more than the spelling itself. That day I felt less stupid than the others, but not yet enough to believe in myself (I still struggle with this to this day!). So this lady, after having read the passage of Lia (it was not yet her name) in the elves, did not correct it immediately, but let herself be led by my imagination which not only touched her, but above all allowed her to travel in my world. What she said to me still resonates with me: “you have a beautiful imagination! It's amazing what you've come up with!" Like what a word, a sentence can decide on which path you will go down yourself during a time or a life. Don't we say that words are more powerful than gestures?

But it took a period of depression and an adventure through the United States to finish, or should I say start, “Tiripsia Island”. One day in an effort to get out of my depression, I signed up for an au pair program at the age of 25. What I did not know then was that this experience would change my entire life. I came back stronger, and with my 1^st novel finished.

What I needed was the courage to believe in myself enough to undertake another journey, the journey of inner exploration, the one that would allow me to dare to believe in myself. Ten years later, here I am still singing the same refrain of failure, which rocked my life for far too many years. The same one that I am finally trying to break.

I'm not talking about selling millions of books, just finishing what I started over 10 years ago: to complete one chapter of my life and continue writing the next.

These experiences do not allow you to shine in a changing world, but to shed light on the person you are inside. A person we do not know, but with whom we learn through failures and successes, and who always takes us to the depths of ourselves, to explore it in order to be able to share it outside. Although it is never easy, what better feat than to be yourself and to be able to illuminate every part of yourself without waiting for someone to do it for you. Today's world needs love, but that first begins with self-love, to accomplish what transcends us and motivates us.

The path to my truth has only just begun, and I hope that tomorrow I will have the courage to always persevere. These books do not represent euros or fame, but rather part of the truth about my emotions, and also about human relationships which are as complex as they are magical! Exploring the world through characters as complex as they are captivating allows me to give my vision of a world that is imbued with magic if you know where to look. The fantastic, although it is associated with daydreaming, can serve as truth to someone. I hope to be able to share with you what the fantastic has always brought me: comfort as well as a little magic where sometimes it is missing.

See you soon in another universe.