Chaos surrounds me. I feel a constant urge to tidy up—my things, my life, even my passwords. I’ve never been the kind of person who lets their inbox overflow or leaves their closet a mess... But I’ve also never been the kind who feels paralyzed if things aren't perfectly in order. Now, though? I’m almost incapable of getting through my tasks—both personal and professional. Every time I decide to push forward and work harder, I find myself facing the clutter around me. I can't even start an urgent project without reorganizing my computer, my accounts, my logins. And when that feels overwhelming, I catch myself opening social media, scrolling through videos like someone turning off the lights just so they don’t have to see the mess. Sometimes I wonder if I’ve developed OCD. But deep down, I know I haven’t. The mess is real. It does need sorting out. Living with it isn’t “normal”—pretending it is, that’s the problem. So today, I’m declaring a new beginning. Not ...

Since childhood, I have always loved writing—whether it was diaries, stories, or even poetry. Yet, I never dared to consider myself a writer or share my words with others. Over time, I drifted away from writing, until my growing passion for organizing my life and preserving my memories reignited that old love. I have always wanted to keep a non-material keepsake of my journey—something that captures life's most beautiful moments and its most significant lessons while linking them to their place in time. At first, I arranged my photos chronologically in folders, thinking this would preserve my memories. But as my collection grew, I realized I rarely revisited those pictures. They started to feel dull, as if they had lost the emotions and depth of the moments they were meant to preserve. No single image could truly capture the essence of an experience. This realization brought me back to my childhood love—writing. I began pairing my photos and videos with written reflections, givi...