It's scary, the noise of the gate opening in the darkest hole of the road and the roar of the motorcycles. It's scary that a figure that approaches that looks like a man and I don't know if he's looking at me.

Furthermore, it's scary that my life is not the one walking on this sidewalk but the one I see on the other side, dressed in rags, walking slowly, and carrying hands loaded with bags with empty bottles (at least they look like bottles)... I think so.

Where are you going? That ragged woman, What does she think of me when I look at her?

It's scary the silence, and it's scary "miss, Where are you headed?"

I'm Going to my house

Where do you live?

Well, here, in El Rosal in the north zone.

Specifically Where?

"Here in El Rosal" in this my city.

It's scary to choose the path. Will they be following me?

It's scary, the loneliest road, and it's the one I grab. Loneliness does less harm...

I have never felt so much fear and so much strength as tonight. I feel like the world is coming at me. It's scary to pick flowers from the floor, it seems that only rubbing with my fingers will make a noise of infinite echoes in this sleeping silence.

I'd better go back the way I came. A white cat does not make a shadow.

-Shadow? We all make shadows.-

It's scary, those whistles I know and follow me. "Don't turn around."

-I Have three flowers between my fingers... I have three flowers between my fingers... I have three flowers between my fingers...-

What delusions I think! With flowers between my fingers, I can't hit or defend myself... To defend me from my shadow?

The rosary hanging on a tree is scary, the faint ray of light illuminates it as if it were going to speak.

-I have three flowers between my fingers-

"Good evening woman, God bless you," Amen."

-Do you know how to run?-

-Yes, of course, I can run.-

This fear leads me to reflect that what I am writing seems to be the thought of all of them, in one. Life is a labyrinth of emotions, just like a roller coaster, sometimes the joys come at the wrong time, fortunately, the people I love show me spaces full of light.

But one of the most precious things has been the opportunity to turn the magnifying glass to look deeply inward because I remain focused on practicing with myself all the empathy I constantly feel for others.

I now feel such a deep love and respect for myself that makes me feel infinitely proud of who I am, of all the strength, sensitivity, and talents I have, and even with fear... (I don't know if I can run with three flowers between my fingers). But I do know that I will be able to defend myself with the archetype of my own heroine... Myself.

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This photo is not new, but today I want to tell this woman who has been able to live intense emotions full of anxiety, fears, and sadness that she has done so incredibly, that I am grateful to still be here, celebrating my life, my body, my mind, my restless soul and filling me with encouragement, motivation, that which reaffirms my achievements, virtues, and strengths.