If in the past I would have easily and slightly arrogantly said that I chose my profession, in fact, writing has not only chosen me, but it has also saved me continuously, in almost every stage of my life. I was a “special” child, born (or not) with balbism, a pathology that keeps you at the border between a child with special needs and normality. Stuttering made my speech quite incoherent and also communication quite difficult.
This condition made me express myself much more easily in writing, developing a special sensitivity when it comes to the words I use and hear. It also made me find refuge among the pages of the journals I wrote. I grew up with this affinity, not knowing what to do with it next. Only at the end of high school, after eliminating, one by one, all the attempts to choose my profession, I realized that I still had writing left and that this would take me somewhere, someday.
Although I’m so tempted to say it’s been a rather bumpy road, looking back, I realize that every little decision has brought me here and that my love for communication, words and writing has grown me, honed me, nurtured me and made me see life in a certain manner. The same manner that made this business happen from 2020 until this day.