Pillow Confessions — Piloto
This is me. And to be honest, I’m still discovering who I am. I truly don’t know if you’ll hate me, love me — or maybe both. I’m intense and anxious, so I need you to hold everything I can’t.
Pillow Confessions — Piloto
Dear Diary,
This is me. And to be honest, I’m still discovering who I am. I truly don’t know if you’ll hate me, love me — or maybe both. I’m intense and extremely anxious, so I need you to hold everything I can’t.
When I write, I feel alive, even if I’m just lying on my bed. I write with my head on the pillow, confessing that I’m a mess. I’m a woman trying to understand herself, searching for childhood moments I don’t even remember — but luckily, there’s a videotape to help me.
Today, I’m 36 years old. I’m insecure, in therapy, changing careers, and trying to discover my essence. Because that’s the power of knowing yourself, right? (That’s what I’ve heard…)
So, watching the videotape of my first birthday, I saw a little girl walking, eating bread, and talking. And I thought… Talking? I was just 1 year old!
The day after the party, there she is again — 1 year and 1 day old — saying full phrases like: “I can’t, right mom?” and “Hello, calling you,” holding a toy phone. She grabs her doll, shows the belly and says: “Here’s the belly, mom!”
Then I realized: I was special. I had intelligence, communication skills, and a deep awareness of the world — way above average. In fact, much greater.
And now, I look in the mirror and wonder:
“What happened to me?”
That girl was me.
How could I have less confidence now than I did at 1 year old?
Is this what people and the world did to me?
A broken person who lost who she was?
I known that you are thinking that I am over reacting, but I am not and I will tell you everything day by day, ok?
Kisses, Myself.
May 8th, 2025