My stories are sacred, not meant for indiscriminate ears. They are the essence of my being, a tapestry rich with the hues of joy and the shadows of sorrow. Before I part the veil to reveal my inner world, I ask myself, “Who has truly earned the privilege to witness my truth?”

I count myself among the fortunate few, for in my orbit are those rare souls who can sit beside me in the stillness of my vulnerability. They hold space for my tales of shame, embracing me not just for my strengths but also for my struggles. Their presence is a sanctuary where my imperfections and vulnerabilities are not just accepted but celebrated as facets of my unique power.

To have even one such confidant is a treasure; to have a handful, or a family that encircles me with unconditional belonging, is to know an extraordinary grace. In their reflection, I am reminded that I am loved, wholly and unconditionally—what a profound and humbling fortune it is.

©️ Beatriz Esmer