Hello dear friends,

I finally plucked up the courage to write. I'm a numbers person. A Human Resources Manager, immersed for over 9 hours a day in figures, calculations, records, tables, and analyses. Who would've ever imagined that Economic Sciences College would completely distance me from the wonderful world that resided in my imagination ever since I was a child?

Back then, in childhood, letters miraculously mingled in my subconscious, creating emotional stories, worlds, and events, pulling me out of the real world, which was too harsh and sometimes too unfair for a child. I didn't like my childhood at all. That's why I sometimes used my imagination to make it bearable, but these stories remained hidden on the shelves of my soul for years, as I was forcibly thrown into the whirlwind of life, involuntarily leaving the healing world of my own fantasy.

Yet, the thought that perhaps my soul, transposed into the lines of a book, might please you, followed me every step of the way. It's as if I have a debt to the universe that created me. As if someone, from within me, urges me to speak, even though I have been mute my whole life. That's why I leave you this chapter, a kind of preamble to a story born from experiences, emotions, pains, disappointments, and hopes. It's my confession, my cry for healing. It's the meticulous stitching of a wound that has been festering for years.

The book is entirely written in my mind, with events, experiences, messages, and emotions. It's a love story, about grand dreams and high expectations. About broken hearts, toxic families, shattered plans, disappointments, and painful memories. About the fight for every breath of fresh air. About rebirth, reinvention, and about hope.

Please tell me your opinion about this piece of my soul. It matters a lot to me to know if my words resonate with you, or if it would be better to keep these emotions hidden, in the dusty drawers of my heart.

With love and anticipation, your TurtledoveJO 🕊!