Because someone had to write it someday

And what if only the words remained?

I don’t have baby photos of myself.
I don’t have a story I could tell with my eyes closed.
No album, no memories from before a certain age.
But I have this emptiness — and I found the courage to face it.

So I wrote.

This blog is what I wish I had read when I was fourteen.
When I wondered why my reflection looked like no one else.
When I stayed silent, afraid someone might hear
what I didn’t even know how to put into words.

Each article here holds a piece of me —
and maybe, a piece of you too.

Here, I speak about what I was always told to keep quiet

Adoption — not the polished stories, but the one carried in silence.
Origins — blurry, with names no one dares to say aloud.
Vietnam — a land rediscovered through touch, not memory.
Identity — when it fits neither a passport nor a reflection.

I don’t write to be read. I write so I no longer betray myself.

I’m not a writer.
I never learned how to do this.
But I learned how to survive with words that never made it out.

Here, you won’t find articles tailored for Google.
You’ll find texts written at 3 a.m.
Lines that don’t yet know if they want to heal — or scream.

And you’ll see that sometimes, it’s the most fragile words that stand the longest.

And what if your silence became a page?

If you’re adopted, or if you live between two identities,
If you carry a story — even if it’s unfinished, even if it’s still a mess,
If you’ve held a secret for too long…

Then this blog might be yours too.

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No marketing.
No strategy.

Just one email.
One word.
A hand reaching out through the digital silence.

All the articles are here. Out of order — like memory.

Organized by themes — but always connected by the heart.

Culture Vietnamienne

Travel Notebooks

Adoption & Identity

Short Thoughts

If you’re still here, then thank you.

This blog has nothing to sell.
It doesn’t try to charm.
It exists because someone had to write what no one says.

And if you’re still here, maybe you were also searching for a place to lay something down.

You are home.