Not because I was ashamed, and not because I wanted to hide who I was. The truth is that I never quite knew how people would react.

If you met me today, chances are you wouldn’t suspect anything unusual. I have friends, I enjoy socialising and I did well at school. In many ways, I don’t fit the image that most people have in mind when they think about autism.

In fact, some of the people I have told over the years have struggled to believe me. Others were simply confused. After a while, it felt easier not to mention it at all.

Yet there has always been another side to the story. A side made up of things that remained invisible: the constant effort to adapt, the exhaustion of trying to meet expectations, the anxiety I learned to hide, and the countless moments when I felt different without fully understanding why.

For years, I convinced myself that this part of my life wasn’t important enough to talk about. But the more time passed, the more uncomfortable that silence became. Because whether I acknowledged it or not, it had shaped far more of my life than I was willing to admit.

So today, I’ve decided to tell that story. Not because my experience represents every autistic person, but because for a long time, I rarely saw stories that looked anything like mine.

1. Part 01 : My own story

For as long as I can remember, I’ve felt different. Like I was watching the world through a glass wall, never fully understanding why connecting with others seemed so much harder for me than for everyone else.

I was diagnosed with autism at the age of two due to significant language delays, difficulties with autonomy, and an intense tendency to hyperfocus. While my parents immediately knew, I grew up unaware of my diagnosis. Throughout childhood, I attended both mainstream and specialised education, saw therapists regularly, and simply accepted these routines without questioning their purpose.

Everything changed when I was ten years old. While waiting for my father at a specialised centre, I noticed a poster about autism awareness and casually asked my mother that evening: “Mum, what is autism?” That question led to a conversation that would completely change how I saw myself.

At first, I rejected the diagnosis. I did not recognise myself in the autistic children around me, whose difficulties were far more visible than mine. From the outside, I looked like a successful student but what no one saw was the immense effort behind those achievements. I compensated for my difficulties by overanalysing everything, preparing excessively, and relying on perfectionism to avoid making mistakes.

Behind that image of competence, I struggled to understand unspoken social rules, vague instructions, and everyday situations that seemed intuitive to others. I constantly felt out of step with the world around me.

That moment marked the beginning of my own journey of discovery. I started researching autism independently, searching for answers that no one had ever fully explained to me.

Masking became a survival strategy, but it came at a cost : chronic exhaustion, anxiety, and a growing sense of isolation. Even my physical health was affected by rigid food hyperfixations that shaped my daily routines for years without anyone connecting them to autism.

Looking back, I also realised that many of the anxiety attacks I experienced throughout my life were not random or unexplained. Whenever I reached my limit, I would isolate myself, break down in private, and then return as if nothing had happened.

At the time, I saw these moments as personal weaknesses or signs that something was wrong with me. In reality, I was simply overwhelmed. I had spent so much energy trying to adapt, mask my struggles, and meet everyone’s expectations that I eventually reached a breaking point.

It took years of self-reflection, and eventually a painful battle with burnout and depression, to understand that I wasn’t broken or flawed. I was simply an autistic girl who had spent her life masking. And once I truly accepted that, everything finally began to make sense.

1. Autism Beyond the Stereotypes :

One of the most important things to understand about autism is that it is a spectrum.

No two autistic people are exactly alike, and symptoms can vary enormously from one person to another. In some cases, autistic traits are so subtle that even trained professionals may overlook them for years.

Because of that, I can only speak about my own experience.

When most people think of autism, they often imagine someone with highly unusual or niche interests. While that can certainly be true, it isn’t always the case, especially for autistic girls and women.

Growing up, my interests largely matched what society considered “normal” for a girl my age. I was passionate about fashion, drawing, photography and music. Nothing about those hobbies seemed unusual enough to raise concerns. The only exception was my fascination with public transport maps.

For a period of time, I became completely obsessed with studying the route diagrams displayed at bus stops and memorising every connection.

Looking back, I realise that my interests were just as intense as any stereotypical autistic special interest. The difference was that most of them blended in with social expectations, making them appear less noticeable.

The same phenomenon applied to many other aspects of my life. I performed well academically and was often described as intelligent. Teachers even suggested that I skip a year. What they didn’t see was the immense amount of effort required to achieve those results. I wasn’t effortlessly gifted; I was compensating. I spent hours analysing, rehearsing and preparing in order to overcome difficulties that remained invisible to everyone else.

Another stereotype that often surrounds autism is the idea that autistic people are necessarily shy, socially withdrawn, or unable to build meaningful relationships.

In my case, that stereotype never really fit. Even today, people are often surprised when they learn that I am autistic because I appear “too social” or “too comfortable” around others. What they don’t always see is the amount of anxiety that can exist beneath the surface.

Through experience, observation, and a lot of trial and error, I gradually developed social skills that now come across as natural.

While social situations can still be mentally draining at times, I have built a level of confidence that allows me to navigate them far more comfortably than I did as a child.

Contrary to what many people might expect, I have never struggled to make friends. Today, I am fortunate to be surrounded by people who understand me, respect my differences, and support me when I need them.

Having a strong and caring support system has undoubtedly played a major role in my personal growth and I will always be grateful for that.

1. The Challenges of Getting Diagnosed :

For a long time, I was strongly opposed to self-diagnosis.

Like many people, I was frustrated by individuals who seemed to casually label themselves with various conditions after watching a few videos online. To me, receiving a diagnosis from a qualified professional felt essential.

Over time, however, my perspective changed.

I began to realise how lucky I had been to receive a diagnosis at such a young age.

Many autistic women spend years, sometimes decades, searching for answers. Their symptoms are often misunderstood, minimised or attributed to anxiety, depression, personality traits or other conditions.

While I still believe professional assessment is important, I now understand that self-diagnosis is often the first step toward a formal diagnosis. For many women, recognising themselves in autistic experiences is what finally encourages them to seek professional support.

Unfortunately, obtaining an autism diagnosis is not always straightforward.

Assessments can be expensive, waiting lists can be extremely long, and finding professionals who are knowledgeable about the female presentation of autism can be surprisingly difficult.

As a result, many women spend years being misdiagnosed or receiving support that does not fully address their needs.

This lack of recognition can leave people feeling confused and isolated, constantly wondering why certain aspects of life seem so much harder for them than for everyone else.

1. Feeling “Not Autistic Enough” :

One of the most challenging aspects of growing up as an autistic girl was the constant feeling of lacking legitimacy.

Because I did not fit the stereotype that most people associate with autism, I often felt caught between two worlds. My interests were generally considered feminine and socially acceptable. I loved fashion, photography, drawing and music.

Nothing about me seemed to match the common image of autism that many people have in mind.

For a long time, this made me question my own place within the autistic community.

If autism was supposed to look a certain way, where did that leave people like me?

The reality is that many autistic women go unnoticed precisely because their traits are expressed differently.

When your interests align with societal expectations and you learn to mimic social behaviours from an early age, your struggles can easily become invisible.

Unfortunately, not fitting the stereotype did not always protect me from prejudice.

On some occasions, people reacted with disbelief when they learned about my diagnosis.

Others dismissed it entirely, arguing that I was “too normal,” “too social,” or “too successful” to be autistic.

I will always remember the time one of my teachers was so surprised by my diagnosis that he didn’t believe me at first and asked to meet with my parents for further explanation. I also remember another teacher who, after I told him I was autistic, jokingly replied that I must be a great actress.

At times, I felt as though I had to constantly prove myself. If I appeared capable, some people assumed my diagnosis could not be real. If I talked about my difficulties, others treated me as though I was exaggerating or seeking attention.

Being misunderstood is frustrating. Being told that your lived experience is not valid simply because it does not fit someone else’s expectations can be deeply hurtful.

Another reason I rarely spoke about my diagnosis was the fear of being reduced to it.

Society often seems to view autistic people through extremes. Either they are assumed to be intellectually disabled or they are expected to be some kind of misunderstood genius. There is very little room in the public imagination for ordinary autistic people simply trying to live their lives.

For years, I worried that disclosing my diagnosis would change the way people saw me. I did not want every success, mistake, emotion or personality trait to be explained through the lens of autism.

More than anything, I was afraid that people would stop seeing me as a person first.

I did not want to become “the autistic girl.” I just wanted to be myself.

As a result, I spent years keeping my diagnosis largely to myself and my family.

It was easier to let people assume I wasn’t autistic than to deal with the misconceptions, questions and judgements that often followed. Over time, pretending not to be concerned by autism became almost second nature.

But recently, that silence has started to feel increasingly uncomfortable.

Autism has shaped my experiences, my challenges, my way of thinking and the way I move through the world. It is not the entirety of who I am, but it is undeniably a part of my story.

The more I learned about autism in women, the more I realised that staying silent felt almost like denying a part of myself.

Today, I am no longer ashamed of my diagnosis. I do not see it as something that defines me, but neither do I see it as something that needs to be hidden. It is simply one piece of who I am, alongside countless others.

And perhaps that is what acceptance really means : not letting autism define your identity, but no longer feeling the need to hide it either.

During my first week, I had the opportunity to discover Marrakech for the very first time. I thought I already knew my country, but this experience made me realize how much more there was left to explore.

Walking through its streets, admiring its history, visiting the Koutoubia Mosque and the Ben Youssef Madrasa, and immersing myself in its unique atmosphere felt like discovering another side of Morocco I had never truly encountered before.

What surprised me the most was realizing how diverse my own country actually is. From one region to another, landscapes, traditions, and ways of life can be completely different, revealing the incredible richness of Moroccan culture and the many stories that coexist within it.

It was also during this short trip that I truly realized the privilege I have of being able to return to my home country and reconnect with my roots. This realization became the starting point of the reflections I want to share in this article.

Through this journey, I also began reflecting on what it means to belong to two countries and how growing up between different cultures can shape the way we see ourselves. I will explore how dealing with dual identity can influence different aspects of our lives, especially our self-perception, our sense of belonging, and the way we build our confidence.

I hope you enjoy reading this reflection as much as I enjoyed writing it. :)

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Morocco : The Place Where My Roots Meet My Present

There is something deeply meaningful about stepping back into a place that carries a part of your history, even when you did not grow up there. Walking through the streets, hearing your mother tongue spoken around you, tasting the traditional food your mother usually cooks at home, and witnessing the everyday life of people who share the same heritage as mine.

For a long time, I saw my relationship with Morocco through the lens of distance. It was my country, my roots, and an important part of my identity, but it was also a place where I sometimes felt like a visitor rather than someone who truly belonged.

This trip made me realize that belonging is not only about where you spend most of your life but about the stories, traditions, and memories that quietly shape who you are.

Coming back allowed me to reconnect with a part of myself that I had sometimes struggled to fully understand and embrace for a long time. It was the first time It reminded me that having the privilege to know where you come from is something incredibly precious and returning there is a bridge between the past that shaped you and the person you are still becoming.

However, I am also aware that not everyone has the opportunity to return to their home country and experience this feeling of reconnection with their roots.

For some people, going back is not a simple matter of choice.

Financial limitations, lack of stability, distance, political situations, or restrictions on freedom can make this journey impossible. For others, time and circumstances may prevent them from reconnecting with the place where their story began.

Sometimes, the only connection they have with their home country lives through the memories they carry, the pictures and videos they keep, or the stories passed down by their parents, grandparents, uncles, and aunts.

Their relationship with their origins is built through fragments : a family story told around a table, a photograph from a place they have never visited, a recipe that reminds them of a country they know through their heritage rather than through their own experiences.

And perhaps this is also what makes roots so powerful : they do not always need to be physically touched to be deeply felt.

The Hidden Gift of growing between two worlds

For a long time, I carried a constant need to belong. I believed that feeling at home meant feeling completely rooted in one place, and because I couldn’t fully identify with either Belgium or Morocco, I often felt as though I belonged nowhere.

As I grew older, however, my perspective slowly began to change. I stopped seeing my dual identity as something that divided me and started recognizing it as one of the greatest strengths I carry within me.

Instead of feeling torn between two worlds, I realized I had the privilege of moving between them, learning from both, and allowing each one to shape who I am.

Although I have never lived in Morocco, there is something about being there that brings me a deep sense of peace. It is difficult to explain, but every visit feels like reconnecting with a part of myself that had been quietly waiting for me. The pace of life, the familiar sounds, the warmth of the people, and the feeling of being surrounded by my roots bring me a kind of inner calm that I rarely experience elsewhere.

My most cherished memories of Morocco are not the places themselves, but the moments I shared with the people I love : gathering with my family around a warm glass of atay, spending endless hours playing games with my cousins, waking up to the sound of the adhan for Fajr prayer in the mountains, and watching the sun slowly disappear behind the horizon at the end of the day.

These are the moments that make Morocco feel like home to me because of the memories, the people, and the peace they bring to my heart.

Hybrid identity and self-perception :

Looking back, I believe growing up between two cultures has also shaped the way I see the world. It has taught me to embrace different perspectives, adapt to new environments with ease, and remain endlessly curious about people, cultures, and ideas. What I once saw as a source of confusion has become one of the greatest sources of richness in my life.

For a long time, I believed that this inner conflict was only about my origins.

I thought it was simply a question of cultural identity. But as I grew older, I realized that its impact reached far beyond that.

When you spend years questioning who you are, you eventually begin questioning everything else.

When you’re never quite sure where you belong, you start doubting whether you deserve to take up space at all. That uncertainty slowly becomes the lens through which you see every aspect of your life.

You hesitate before speaking, afraid that your voice isn’t legitimate.

You downplay your achievements, convincing yourself they are the result of luck rather than your own abilities.

You constantly adapt to other people’s expectations until, little by little, you lose sight of what you truly think and feel.

You seek validation from others because you’ve never learned how to give it to yourself.

Even the simplest decisions become difficult. When you’re uncertain about your identity, how can you feel certain about your choices ? You overthink everything. You question every decision, constantly searching for the “right” version of yourself to present to the world.

This silent insecurity also finds its way into your relationships. You fear that if people saw every part of who you are, they might not fully accept you. So, without even realizing it, you begin hiding certain parts of yourself depending on who you’re with. You wear different masks not out of dishonesty, but out of a deep desire to belong.

Perhaps the most painful consequence is that, over time, this habit slowly distances you from yourself. In trying so hard to be understood by others, you sometimes forget to be authentic with yourself.

That is why making peace with your identity transforms far more than your relationship with your origins. It changes the way you move through the world.

The moment I stopped believing that I had to choose between my two cultures was also the moment I stopped believing that I had to constantly prove my legitimacy. Little by little, I began taking up space without feeling the need to justify my existence. My self-confidence didn’t grow because my identity suddenly became simpler. It grew because I finally understood that I didn’t have to sacrifice any part of myself in order to become whole.

Belonging is not necessarily about finding one place where we completely fit in. Sometimes, it is about accepting that our identity can be made of multiple places, cultures, and stories. Today, I no longer see being between two worlds as a source of uncertainty, but as a unique perspective, a bridge between cultures, experiences, and ways of seeing the world.

For me, Surah Al‑Mulk is one of those precious companions. It is a surah that walks with me, that steadies my thoughts, and that inspires my faith day after day.

In this article, I want to share with you all what makes it so special to me, and what are the profound benefits it can offer to anyone who takes the time to discover it or recite it regularly.

So take a moment, breathe, and let yourself be carried. This spiritual journey may touch you more deeply than you expect.

1) A bit of context

Surah Al‑Mulk, the 67th chapter of the Qur’an, is one of the most powerful in terms of spiritual impact. It is filled with reminders of Allah’s greatness and layers of protection for the believer.

It is a Makkan surah, revealed before the Hijrah so before the Prophet ﷺ left Mecca for Madinah.

Makkan surahs often focus on the foundations of faith : the oneness of Allah, the reality of the Hereafter, and the awakening of the heart.

2) Themes covered

In just thirty verses, Surah Al‑Mulk takes us on a journey that stretches from the vastness of the heavens to the simplicity of a single drop of water.

It speaks of the Day of Judgment, the signs of creation, our dependence on Allah, and the trust we owe Him. These themes may seem different, yet they are woven together by one unifying truth : Allah’s absolute sovereignty over everything.

The surah begins by declaring that Allah is the King and Master of all creation.

It reminds us that life and death are not random events, but purposeful tests meant to reveal the sincerity of our actions. Then it lifts our gaze toward the seven heavens : perfect, harmonious, and a testimony to the power of the Creator.

After inviting us to contemplate His signs, the surah brings us to the Day of Judgment, where we witness the regret of those who turned away from the warnings and ignored the proofs laid before them.

In contrast, Allah promises forgiveness and immense reward to those who feared Him and worshipped Him with sincerity.

The surah then turns our attention to the everyday signs around us: the earth beneath our feet, the birds gliding through the sky, the sustenance we receive. None of these are ordinary. They are gentle and constant reminders of His mercy and His power.

Allah then addresses the human being directly with a series of questions :

Who could protect you, feed you, or help you if He withdrew His blessings ?

These questions peel away the illusion of independence and reveal a simple truth : we depend entirely on Him.

Finally, the surah closes with a declaration of faith and trust, ending with a question that is both simple and deeply moving:

“If your water were to sink deep into the earth, who then could bring you flowing water?”

From the vastness of the universe to the most basic human need, Surah Al‑Mulk reminds us that everything is in Allah’s hands.

3) Its benefits

Protection from the punishment of the grave

The Prophet ﷺ taught that Surah Al‑Mulk protects the one who recites it regularly from the punishment of the grave, and that it will intercede for them on the Day of Judgment.

“There is a surah in the Qur’an, consisting of thirty verses, which intercedes for a man until he is forgiven: ‘Blessed is He in Whose Hand is the Dominion’ (Surah Al‑Mulk).”

Reported by Abu Dawud and authenticated by Al‑Albani.

Strengthening of faith

Understanding this surah helps the believer to reflect on Allah’s greatness through the wonders of creation. Each verse calls us to think, to be grateful, and to remain humble.

It highlights Allah’s majesty and reminds us of the Day of Judgment, where believers will be rewarded for their deeds.

It encourages contemplation and inspires a life of righteousness.

Inner peace

Surah Al‑Mulk brings a deep sense of calm by reminding us of Allah’s absolute control over the universe. Reflecting on His creation and His protection helps the believer let go of worries and strengthen their trust in Him.

Reciting it before sleep brings spiritual comfort, reminding us of Allah’s protection and the promise of reward for those who strive to live upright lives.

5) Conclusion

Surah Al‑Mulk is a living reminder of who we are, why we exist, and Who holds every aspect of our lives. It recenters the heart, clears the vision, and brings us back to what truly matters.

When read and reflected upon regularly, it becomes a source of inner strength : nourishing faith, calming the soul, and awakening our awareness of our complete dependence on our Creator.

Forty minutes later, you’re watching a stranger’s vacation reel and you’re not even sure how you got there.

Sound familiar?

Mine too.

And most of the time, we put the phone down and start our day feeling slightly emptier than before without being able to explain why. Meanwhile, Fajr is still waiting.

We live in an era where technology has made communication easier than ever before. Social media has genuinely revolutionized the way we connect, share, and learn and that in itself is a blessing.

Because here’s the thing : The world of social media is, in many ways, the reflection of the world we live in. Every scroll, every post, every comment is an action and as Muslims, we know that every action carries weight.

The Prophet ﷺ said :

“Actions are judged by intentions.”

That principle doesn’t pause when we open Instagram or WhatsApp. It applies there just as much as it does anywhere else.

This article is inspired by Omar Usman’s book Fiqh of Social Media, which invites us to confront ourselves and develop a deeper awareness of our relationship with technology and online spaces.

I also want to thank my friend Salsabile for gifting me this book may Allah preserve her.

1. You’re Not Just Scrolling

We tell ourselves that we’re “just scrolling,” “just checking,” “just posting.” But nothing about our presence on social media is neutral.

These platforms are not passive space. They are intentionally engineered to capture our attention, shape our habits, and trigger our emotions.

Every notification, every infinite scroll, every reel proposed by the algorithm is designed to keep us there longer than we intended.

When we open an app without purpose, we’re not acting freely but simply letting the algorithm decide for us.

The Prophet ﷺ taught us that every action matters and he warned us about exactly this type of carelessness. He said:

“A person may utter a word without thinking about it, and because of it he will fall into the Fire.” (Bukhari)

If a single unconsidered word carries that weight, what about hours of unconsidered consumption ?

So before anything else, the honest question to sit with is this :

Are we using these platforms, or are they quietly using us ?

2. Your Feed Is a Mirror

Our digital behavior exposes our inner state more than we realize.

Even when we don’t articulate our intentions, our behavior online reveals them.

Why we post, what we consume, how we react all of it reflects something deeper.

Sometimes we seek validation. Sometimes distraction. Sometimes comparison. Sometimes genuine benefit and the heart always knows the difference.

The Prophet ﷺ said:

« A man is upon the religion of his friend, so let one of you look at whom he befriends. » (Tirmidhi)

In the age of algorithms, this hadith takes on an entirely new dimension. Who you follow is the company you keep. The accounts that fill your feed : their values, their tone, their vision of success and beauty and happiness are shaping yours in a certain way.

If a platform consistently leaves you feeling restless, envious, or spiritually hollow, that is not a coincidence. It is a signal worth listening to.

While these platforms claim to help us connect and share with the world, we must ensure that our relationship with Allah remains strong and sincere. This connection is what protects us from behaviors that could harm our faith.

The question to ask is not just “what am I posting?” but “what is all of this doing to my heart ?”

3. What Intentionality Actually Looks Like

A mindful approach to our digital lives isn’t about achieving perfection; it’s about cultivating awareness. It’s the conscious decision to stop letting ourselves be swept through online spaces without thought, and to take back responsibility for what we consume, what we express, and what we allow to influence our inner life.

Omar Usman gives us in his books an interesting example :

The same way an athlete protects their body from junk food, we have to protect our minds and hearts from content that diminishes us.

It also means treating social media as a tool rather than a place where we lose ourselves. It looks like choosing what benefits us, setting gentle boundaries around time and content, and resisting the urge to perform for an audience or to choose carefully our words.

Before posting or anything else ask yourself : Why am I sharing this? For whose eyes? What am I hoping to feel after ? What am I actually looking for right now? Did this bring me closer to who I want to be or further away?

And for Muslims, it means remembering that our online actions carry the same spiritual weight as our offline ones. When we approach these platforms with clarity and sincerity, we transform them from spaces of distraction into spaces we navigate with purpose and dignity.

The Reminder We All Need

We are the first generation of Muslims to navigate this. There is no classical fiqh ruling on whether to post a reel, no scholarly consensus on how many hours of screen time is too many, no fatwa on what the algorithm is doing to our tawakkul.

We are figuring this out in real time and that is both the challenge and the responsibility.

But we are not without guidance. We have a Prophet ﷺ who said to speak good or stay silent. Who warned us that the company we keep shapes who we become. Who reminded us that even a moment of reflection is an act of worship. Who showed us that intentionality is not a productivity hack but a spiritual practice.

The question is not whether Islam has something to say about social media. It has everything to say about it. The question is whether we are willing to listen and to let it change not just how we post, but how we live.

Start small. Check your intention before you open the app. Curate your feed like it matters because it does. Protect the quiet moments that make space for Allah.

And remember: every scroll is a choice. Make it one you’d be comfortable with on the Day nothing is hidden.

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For a long time, I was afraid to show myself publicly. I felt I had no legitimacy to express how I felt as if my emotions weren’t worth putting into words.

But what if I finally allowed myself to exist outside the pages of my diary?

What has always been my secret garden, a quiet place where I write to understand myself is something I now want to open and to share with you all, step by step.

Substack drew me in because it feels like a healthy, gentle place, far from the noise and the pressure to perform.

A place where you can write without pretending or playing a role.

For a long time, I’ve been searching for a space where I could share without being judged, without the fear of having my words twisted or taken out of context.

And I think I’ve finally found it I’ve arrived where I needed to be.

I started writing when I was a child, and I’ve always needed a space where I could report everything that happened in my life and all the thoughts I keep for myself. It was like I needed someone to talk

I stopped for a long time, and only returned to it during a period marked by anxiety and depression. Writing became a way to document my healing, to record every small step I took to pull myself out of that difficult place.

In that sense, it’s how I found my way back to writing.

This year, I began writing in English in my new journal to improve my level, since I don’t get to practice it in my daily life.

Writing in another language marks a turning point for me.

It feels as if I’m leaving behind the version of myself who started to write, and making space for someone more grounded, more mature.

It forces me to slow down, to choose my words more carefully, and to rediscover myself in a different way. It feels like a quiet kind of growth.

The kind that happens when you step out of who you were, and gently move toward who you’re becoming.

Even though it’s still hard for me to find the right words and to fully express the depth of my reflections, I know it’s part of the journey and that we all start somewhere.

What writing brought me until now ?

Writing has been with me for as long as I can remember. It has followed and grown with me. And because my relationship with writing keeps evolving, I want to document this journey to understand how it changes, and how I change with it.

That’s why I’m here, trying to put into words something that has always lived quietly inside me.

I no longer want to write only for myself. I want to write to share a part of who I am and to give myself permission to exist even if it’s only through words.

For years, I kept everything inside, convinced that what I felt wasn’t important enough to be said out loud but today, I want to open that door a little wider.

I want to learn how to find the right words, but also how to let emotion live inside them to write in a way that touches and allows anyone reading me to understand what I mean. Writing has always been my private refuge, but maybe it can become a bridge too.

Writing this first article has been my way of coming back to the essential:

understanding why I write, why I chose to begin here, and helping you understand how everything started for me.

Putting my thoughts into words made me realize how deeply writing has supported me, and shaped me. It has been a silent witness to my fears, my growth, and my attempts to understand myself.

There’s a sentence I love:

“Take a picture, so you’ll remember where you once were.”

In a way, this article is that picture of my beginnings, a way to remember where I started as I continue to grow through writing.

This first article is not an ending but the beginning of a space where I learn to speak myself into existence, to understand myself, and maybe, slowly, to let myself be read.

It’s the beginning of an adventure and I’m inviting you all to join it.

I don’t know yet where all of this will lead me, but I’m ready to move forward.

If you made it all the way here, thank you for giving these words a place to land. <3

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