Back in school, I never knew I had dyslexia. I was not tested until I failed my bachelor thesis and my professor (who, funny enough, was himself a foreigner) told me I wrote so poorly, it was almost impossible to read and it was difficult to imagine I was not a foreigner myself. Now, the thing is, my father was …
Connecting with others is beautiful and amazing, but for some us, it doesn’t come easy at all. I never understood how to do that. I always wanted to, and I did everything I could think of to connect with someone – anyone – else. No surprise, but true connection doesn’t exist if you are not being yourself. I wasn’t. I …
