The morning after the storm doesn’t save us—it exposes us. In its merciless light, there are no shadows to hide in, only a demand to move forward. Ordinary objects turn into relics of memory, silence becomes a mirror, and every step carries both fear and courage. For the first time, I allowed myself not peace or clarity, but something quieter: permission. Permission to exist in this fractured state, to begin again, even without a map.

In this chapter, I confront an unexpected audience—the silent witnesses of my struggles whom I never knew existed. Their presence, imagined or real, shaped how I carried my pain and how I performed resilience. What happens when we realise we are never truly alone in our battles, and that unseen eyes may echo the very voices we try to silence? Part 4 continues the journey into hidden guilt, haunting reflections, and the slow search for healing.

We often become the harshest judges of ourselves, replaying old mistakes and sentencing ourselves to invisible punishments. In The Criminal in Me (Part 3), I share my journey of showing up for myself—no longer as the accused, but as someone who finally deserves compassion.