My journey into the realm of words began long before I was aware of it. Growing up with a mother who was a writer meant constantly breathing the air of storytelling. Our home library was my whole world, and my mother’s presence was a guiding light, helping me find my way through the complexities of difficult words.
Yet my own independent path of creation truly began as my veterinary studies were coming to an end. Science had shaped the structure of my worldview, but it was literature that captured my soul. I started writing in the digital space, and the warm encouragement of my audience urged me onward. My entry into journalism began with a simple event: interviewing my mother for a newspaper. But that single, brief step opened entirely new doors—from conversations with literary figures to the translation of theatrical and literary texts.
Today, six years after those decisive days, I stand on the threshold of thirty-one. The union of a veterinarian’s precise gaze and a writer’s inquisitive soul has given me the gift of seeing more deeply and understanding more fully—a gift that reminds me that this life, with all its peaks and valleys, is profoundly worth living, and worth creating.
If you’d like to see the early steps of my journey, feel free to read my articles on the newspaper’s website.