Who I am really?

This is the question I have asked myself for years. Barely an adult and I feel as if I lived too many things for one person.

I knew life was far away from being easy but I thought she'll be lenient with me ; Which wasn't the case, unfortunately.

This urge to write came suddenly. Maybe it will help me to calm my envies, my thoughts, my feelings on different kinds of things, or even, persons.

You, if you are coming here. If you recognize yourself in what I'm writing on or if you are going through similar things, be brave! If you feel as I'm talking about you at times, know that I don't hate you, or, at least less than before.

I don't know if i can call this as “letters” or a compendium. I don't know if the next pages will help me or help others who will read them.

The only thing I'm sure of is what's next. Nothing is fictional, all is true. A little like a memoir but it will go beyond the “me”.

That's all for now. This is only an Introduction.

Lisa.