A trembling confession: fear, healing, and the courage to be seen Although saying it aloud still sends a shiver through me, as if I were revealing an ancient secret kept in the depths of a wooden chest, worn down by time. Since childhood, I knew that words held danger. In…

The sacred ritual of facing the blank page Finding a blank page is like stepping into a labyrinth of silences, a virgin territory where every corner waits to be discovered with the same reverence as caressing a lover’s sleeping face. The absence of words is not emptiness, but possibility—a pulsing…