I’ve always been an ambitious dreamer. I remember being at school back home in France and wanting to become a dancer on stage for my favourite singer.
Later in my teenage years, I often found myself lost in books, trying to escape the reality of a world where I had no real friends and where I felt lonely, judged and used.
I became so convinced that I was unworthy of having friends that I did everything I could to impress, suppressing my true self one day at a time.
I managed to escape this toxic environment and move to another school. I wasn’t lonely any more, but something was still missing. It’s almost like I knew there was something else in this world for me, something bigger, better. Something I could feel but had to idea how to reach.