Who am I? Difficult to describe. It depends on perspective, time, and place. Descriptively, I'm a mature man, close to 40 years old, a few years older, a few years younger. I'm already far removed from the random and risky decisions of adolescence and also distant from the definition of my professional life. I could be considered mature in terms of emotional stability and economics.

However, will it be true? The truth is that I am a local and national point of reference in my profession, with several books and scientific articles to my credit, all authored by me. I have achieved economic success that allows me to work comfortably and indulge in certain luxuries, as well as live comfortably. I am the possessor of a stable family, a beautiful, attentive, and loving wife, and a very special baby.

Every day, I wear a friendly smile and exude charisma, allowing me to be pleasant without being too servile, and I achieve very good results for my clients.

But little do they know what the heart conceals... what grieves, what accumulates and eventually explodes. Conflicting emotions and facades eventually come to the surface.

There are many points where this sadness is generated, accumulating and not being contained, which, during the lonely nights and moments, leads to uncontrollable crying. Most importantly, I consider the concern for my special baby becoming independent at some point, provided I educate him well, and the feeling of not being loved by your partner. I live in a world of appearances that I would like to break free from, but I don't because I would lose necessary economic benefits. Many things that I have yet to discover lead me to constant sadness, emptiness, and loneliness.

Above all, I appear to be a respectable man, but in front of my mirror, I see a man who simply needs a hug and to be told that everything will be fine...