I’ve never had crazy dreams. All i wanted was to write and publish a book.
And 16 years ago today, my dream came true.
I signed my baby book. A collection of questions boiling with existential angst and anxieties and vulnerabilities and mini rebellions. My entire psyche was intertwined with a giant question mark. Like the pharmacy snake 🐍logo.
Questions that shaped me and made me who I am today.
I clung to the question mark and stretched it into an exclamation mark that I later on used to *know myself*. To smash my ego, inhale the pain, and exhale sighs of relief.
🙏 I am grateful for words. They have healed me and continue to soothe every fresh wound and turn it into a little tattoo that marks every phase of my evolution.