My loudest year..

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    We're on the 8th of February, 2026… Yes, I waited a whole month to write again.

    I can't tell if my heart is speaking French or English today… For some reason, I think I'll just go with English.

    I've always been told that I write so well, that my writings are catchy and inspiring but why can't I see this talent that everyone else notices instantly?

    I wonder if it's related to the fucking impostor syndrome… Or is it just the self-sabotage that has been making my life feel impossible lately?

    Whenever I talk about myself or my achievements, I try at all costs to make it seem like it’s less than  nothing. I do not know why I always equate it with humility. Well, it’s no surprise, since I grew up being taught that complimenting or pointing out your own achievements and qualities is never credible. Let others judge if you are interesting, talented, beautiful or clever. I wish I had been taught that self-love, self-worth and self-respect lead to gaining other people's love and respect.

    If it's about humility, let me tell you I do not want to be fucking humble anymore. I want to celebrate the smallest things I achieve. I want to celebrate myself, my life and my efforts.

    So here we go: 2026 will be my loudest year, the year that will teach me to speak up for myself, to allow the spotlight to be on me… To dare to be… To allow eyes to be on me.





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