My Life, My Words: An Autobiography

Previously

…Closing the laptop, Alex looked out the window at the moon, a pale, serene orb in the night sky. The world outside was quiet, but within Alex, a new kind of quiet was beginning to emerge. It wasn't the silence of repression, but the stillness of a breath drawn in, ready to be released. The journey had just begun, Alex knew. There would be more doubts, more fears, more moments of wanting to retreat. But tonight, for the first time, Alex had spoken a word. And that word, however small, however hesitant, was the whisper of becoming. It was the first syllable of a story waiting to be told.