Eva Rose 
I still remember the day curiosity got me into trouble. I kept asking questions when everyone else was ready to move on, and I could feel the silence in the room growing heavier. I wasn’t trying to challenge anyone I just had this constant urge inside me, pulling me toward answers I couldn’t ignore. That … Read more
Let me share something with you like we’re sitting and talking. I remember a time when I was trying to explain a really complicated idea, but no matter how I phrased it, the other person didn’t understand. I felt frustrated and stuck, realizing that words alone sometimes aren’t enough to express what’s in my mind. … Read more
I still remember the first time a migraine hit me so hard that I had to sit down and close my eyes. I wanted to explain it to people, but every time I said headache, it sounded small and harmless, nothing like what I was actually feeling. Inside, it felt like my own head had … Read more
I want to talk to you directly, just like we are sitting face to face. I remember a time when I felt invisible, like I was simply blending into the crowd. I was giving my best, yet it felt as if my effort never reached anyone’s eyes. I kept asking myself whether I needed to … Read more
Let me talk to you directly. I remember the moment I came across a crossword clue asking for a metaphor for the legal system, and I honestly froze. I knew the law existed all around me, but turning something so complex into a single image felt impossible. It felt like I was staring at a … Read more
I remember a time when I was struggling to explain what God meant to me. I was talking to someone, but the words just wouldn’t come out right. Inside, my faith felt strong, yet when I tried to put it into sentences, everything sounded empty. I felt confused, almost helpless, because I wanted my feelings … Read more
You know, I remember the first time I walked into a place so crowded that I could barely move. People were everywhere, voices were overlapping, and the energy felt almost chaotic. At first, I felt anxious and overwhelmed, like I was trapped in a storm of movement and noise. It was a packed place in … Read more
I remember the day I tried to explain metaphors to a group of kids, and all I saw were confused faces staring back at me. I was talking, they were listening… but nothing was clicking. That’s when I realized the problem wasn’t the kids it was the way I was explaining it. So I paused, … Read more
