Nathalie Auvolat

When people ask me what I do, what I offer is often very quickly reformulated: “Oh, so you help people with their problems.” Each time, something in me freezes. Not a clear opposition, but rather a form of dissonance, a quiet misunderstanding. I find myself wondering what is really at play: is it a way

Those well-intended words that can quietly wound There are words we never forget. Not because they were meant to be violent, but because they landed in the wrong place, at the wrong moment, with a force no one had anticipated. They often appear during times of crisis, and most particularly when illness enters the picture.