I started writing stories as a young girl and loved being transported to another world. Nothing was more fascinating than empathizing with the book’s protagonists.

 

But the actual reason that a year ago I was overwhelmed by a flood of feelings, emotions and thoughts I couldn’t possibly control was a dramatic experience in my life. I knew what it meant having to suppress my feelings and making decisions that, although conforming to established standards, weren’t what my heart desired.  

 

 

One thing I learned from the experience was the fact that one should listen carefully to sense when it’s time for a change…

 

… and suddenly, there it was.

 

 

One night I had a dream and woke up to a myriad of thoughts I simply had to write down.

Suddenly everything appeared crystal clear to me. Even though my idea met with some initial resistance and criticism, I knew this was my future path.

 

And thus Lena’s story began. (Or Leni’s, as I prefer to call her.)

In the process I could vent my feelings and emotions without being criticized for them. I laughed and cried; was on top of the world and in the depths of despair. Night after night I committed my thoughts to paper and woke up the following morning, utterly exhausted, to get on with my daily routine.

Writing was like an addiction that drove me until the final word.

 

 

Now I was free; had shed my cocoon and could finally fly…

 

… and I continue to fly…