Before the first page turns, understand this:

YOUR HISTORY

The mind is not a single voice. It is a house with two rooms, two windows, two watchers staring out and inward at once. For most, the doors between those rooms remain ajar, voices echoing and overlapping, distinctions soft and unseen.

But sometimes, something slams the door shut.

And then the voices begin to whisper.

Louder.

Then argue.

Then doubt.

You think you’re whole because you move as one, speak as one, remember as one.
But what if your thoughts are not aligned? What if your left hand believes, and your right hand knows?

What if the silence between those rooms is not peace, but tension?

What if it’s growing?

They say there’s a place, not in the world but in the mind, where the two parts of the self can see each other clearly for the first time. Not through memory. Not through logic. But reflection.

And in that stillness, just for a breath, they ask:

You are what I am not, and I am what you are not.

What I carry, you lack. What you hold, I never had.

But if you are me, and I am you…

Then who stands here?

And who, just now, looked back?

"Your history."

When the voice that speaks is not the one you trust.
When the thought you think feels unfamiliar.
When the answer to “Who am I?” returns two names,

You are already inside.

And the door is closing.

                                                                                                                                                                                                             ~D.G