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365 Days Of Alchemy
<p>A year ago, I committed a small act of heresy.<br/></p><p><br/></p><p>I made a mark by saying the one thing children were not allowed to say: <strong>We are not fine</strong>. It was the raw truth. <strong>The one I knew you’d look for first.</strong> I stood in the noise and asked you to <strong>Hear me out. </strong>But I didn’t know then that the year would be a long lesson in staying loud when everything wanted me to be quiet.</p><p><br/></p><p>There were moments where the words stopped flowing. In that quiet, I had to write letters <strong>To Faye, from Faye </strong>just to remember the sound of my own voice.</p><p><br/></p><p>I had to learn that there is no shame in breaking down—that you can <strong>Go ahead and cry.</strong> I told you back then to stop orchestrating your pain, only to look in the mirror later and ask myself, “<strong>Who am I to judge?”</strong></p><p><br/></p><p>I eventually realized that the work is about pushing the mind until it reaches <strong style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%;">À la folie</strong>—that beautiful, clinical madness where the best writing lives.<br/></p><p><br/></p><p>I used to think I had to map out every shadow to justify my place here; but the vision is clearer now. You don’t have to explain the dark to be seen.</p><p><br/></p><p>I am not the same writer who joined a year ago. I do not look for validation anymore. I just want to write something that makes one person stop scrolling and feel less alone. I’ve stopped needing approval. I just want my words to be mine.</p><p><br/></p><p>It is 10am as I write this, caught in <strong>The 10am struggle</strong> to sum up a year of work. But perhaps the struggle is the point. One year down. The vision is now clear.</p><p><br/></p><p>And <strong>That’s everything.</strong></p><p><br/></p><p>So, to the ones who have stayed and the ones just arriving—<strong>Hey there, stalker</strong>—here I am again, reintroducing myself.</p><p><br/></p><p><em>Hi, I’m Faye. My alchemy is simple: I take silence and spin it into stories. I am forever romanticizing the way ink can hold a feeling, a memory, a world.</em></p><p><em><br/></em></p><p><em>Welcome to my quiet corner of the page.</em></p><p><br/></p>
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