
Today is one of those hard days – when, without saying anything, you say everything. I feel an endless pain, an injustice, a brutal helplessness that drags us down. I take two steps forward and three back. Sometimes the pain feels less constant over time, but when it tightens, it hurts more than ever. These

When a new day dawns, you never know what the sea will be like – whether it will be calm, gently rocking the waves with a soft breeze, or, on the contrary, ready for battle, crashing violently as if it could tear the water apart forever. Oscar, I only feel like writing to you; that’s

I have so much built up inside me that sometimes it feels like I might explode. When I think I’m moving forward and becoming part of the world around me, a memory on my phone, a song from your playlist, or one of your jumpers takes me back to a reality where time has stood

«I once had a son» I hold onto the thought that he is still here, he still lives on in me and in our memory. But when I stop in front of his portrait, my thoughts lead me to say, «you look like a dream» there so perfect, that serene and tender smile, that image

Today the words, the feelings, the pain of your absence and the restlessness are crowding my head and my heart. A strange feeling, a few days of memories. One year, one year since my life changed. I know there is no mother who would not say that her life changed when she became a mother.

Solitude is difficult to explain, because imagining it is just an illusion. Understanding that this absence, this emptiness cannot be filled by anything, by nothing new; I will probably fill other voids, but not that one, the hole left by the shot to my heart cannot be filled. I know that my interior is changing.