Spending the better part of your life being called a good listener, a weirdo, a hermit or a 'mirror of ugly truths' and a walking-talking memory machine is not at all that it's cut out to be. To a large extent, it's a lonely life. You arrive into this life without even meaning to and suddenly it seems that you carry the weight of the whole world on your shoulders. You get sucked into it quite easily and coming up for a breath of fresh air is not easy at all.
This is an account that will give the reader an idea of what Isidora has found this beautiful, yet twisted and noisy place called the world. It's not a long story with a happy ending (at least not so far). Rather, it's about the reason for her tears, worries, unending voices in her head, the blows that life threw at her, about those precious moments of sheer joy and last, but certainly not least, her encounter with Him. Hopefully, sharing her story will find others who can relate to it and make them feel they're not alone. Writing this work has been like an 'extension' of itself while overcoming its fear of hurting people or being compelled to 'walk on eggshells'. It's one of her legacies and as always, it's been her type of therapy. May it be a type of therapy or inspiring for you too.
