I began keeping a diary in 2009, right after a coaching session, when I was 23 years old. Back then, I never imagined it would last this long—or that I’d have the consistency to keep it up. But it turned out I could, because the process itself brings me genuine pleasure . Now, I can’t picture my days without these small moments of reflection.

At first, I wrote to understand myself better. Looking back now, I see that these pages have become more than that—they’re a record of my life, a potential treasure for family history, and even for research. They could be used in autoethnographic studies, and perhaps for other purposes as well, since they contain a wide range of information. 

These diaries hold everything: love and hate, gratitude and resentment, dreams and fears, struggles and small victories , fleeting ideas, regrets, joy and pain, ordinary routines, periods of change, and so much more. I’m not sure I could have shared this in any other setting—an interview, for instance—but somehow I’ve found the courage to put it out into the world. 

My plan is to publish these diaries as they’re processed and translated, with a deliberate five-year delay. Some topics may be sensitive, and I want to approach them carefully, respecting both my personal environment and my professional network.