For the last 17 years, I’ve felt a voice inside me that needed to speak.I never knew exactly what it was, only that something needed to be said, to be shared. Over the years, I accomplished many things. But I also went through deep hardships and carried a weight much heavier than I should have, while forcing myself to continue, to live, to enjoy. Many times, I fell to the ground. Each time, I did my best to rise, and I did. Last year, however, I didn’t just fall.I was flattened. Every day, I put on a mask and smiled at people and clients, while something inside me was tearing me apart. I am trying to get back on my feet, but I’m not there yet. Among all the tears, the cries, and the loneliness, there were always moments when I fought. Moments I am proud of, even if it was hard to acknowledge them, as the sadness was so overwhelming. I am opening this door because I don’t want to carry this alone anymore. If this resonates with you, then this space is for you.