As a child, my parents argued all the time. They would leave, sometimes for hours, sometimes for days—leaving me alone, day and night. My mother always had a suitcase ready, and every time she walked out the door, I held my breath, wondering if she would come back… until the day she didn’t.

Growing up didn’t make things any easier. If anything, the emptiness inside me only grew stronger. Without school as a built-in social circle, meeting people became harder.

I felt like something was wrong with me so often that it became a habit. Sometimes, I blamed myself. Other times, I blamed the world for making me feel like I didn’t belong. So I kept trying to change myself into the person I thought I was supposed to be—just to feel “normal.”

I’ve always been introverted, and socializing never came naturally. So it didn’t take long before people started saying things like, “You should go out more. Socialize more. Make more friends. Don’t spend so much time alone.”

But advice like that only made things worse. Instead of helping, it just reinforced the idea that something was wrong, that solitude was a problem to be fixed.

So I exhausted myself trying to become someone else—someone I thought I needed to be to feel accepted, loved, and, most of all, never alone. But it didn’t just make me feel worse, it also made me lose sight of who I really was.

I had always dreamed of traveling the world—not just for short vacations, but truly living and working as I explored new places and experienced different cultures.

And yet, there I was, nearly 30, stuck in a city where everything moved fast, where life revolved around status, work, and obligations. I felt like a bird in a cage, surrounded by people who had built a life I couldn’t relate to.

But I wasn’t putting my dreams on hold for no reason—I was afraid. Afraid of chasing them alone.

Loneliness had me trapped. So I kept waiting—for a friend, a partner, a stranger—to magically appear and say, “I’ll come with you.”

I won’t dwell on the past any longer. By now, I’m sure you’ve got the picture—and perhaps you're wondering if there’s a happy ending to this story.

The answer is YES. I broke free from that prison of loneliness and self-doubt. And my life has never been the same since.

For years now, I’ve been traveling the world while working remotely. I have a home base in a country I love, but I spend months on the road—exploring new cultures, different places, and learning more about myself along the way.

I’ve checked off dreams that my old self had almost given up on, built deep, meaningful relationships, and found real connection—not just with the world around me, but with myself.

Change didn’t happen overnight. But the more I learned to listen to myself, the less loneliness felt like a prison—and the more it started to feel like freedom.

The fear of isolation faded, along with the emptiness and anxiety that came with it. In its place, I found a deep truth—I could never be alone.

It took years of searching. But eventually, I saw the light and found a way out—a real, tangible path. Not one built on useless clichés like “go out more” or “be more social,” but on something far deeper.

A journey so life-changing that I decided to write a book about it, for anyone ready to embrace real change.

I haven’t just achieved most of my dreams; since breaking free from loneliness, I’ve found a deep sense of peace. The fear, the emptiness, that constant ache of feeling alone and unworthy—they’re gone.

But the most incredible part? I’ve helped others break free from loneliness too. And that feeling? It’s beyond words.

Let me share something deeply personal—something that still brings tears to my eyes whenever I think about it.

Two of the people I’ve helped the most, guiding them to reconnect with themselves in ways they never thought possible, are my partner and my best friend.

Helping people close to me, I realized not only how powerful sharing my experience could be, but also how deeply fulfilling it was to contribute to someone else’s growth.

Over time, I felt the urge to reach beyond those around me—to help anyone searching for a way out of loneliness, no matter where they were.

That's why I decided to write my first book: Never Feel Lonely Again.

I like to think of it as a map—a guide for anyone ready to embark on a journey of self-discovery. A journey toward clarity, inner peace, and the answers that have been waiting for you all along.

There’s no right answer. Some people make radical changes in a short time; for others, it takes longer.

But one thing is certain—if I had this book during my journey, everything would have been so much easier, faster, and less painful.

Finding the way out of loneliness is like searching for a hidden treasure. You can wander aimlessly for years, like I did. Or you can follow a map that leads the way.

This book is the map I wish I had. And I hope it will help you find your own answers—because I promise, they’re already inside you, just waiting to be heard.