If you’ve arrived here, then it must concern you — and so it concerns me.

Call me Di. I’ll allow you.

This is the voice I don’t always let out loud. The Silent Voice is my journal: a place for words that live between prayers, reflections, and the little truths that find me in quiet moments.

My story is stitched with rebirths — like the phoenix, I carry both ashes and flame. Writing is how I listen to God, how I remember myself, and how I give silence its language.

This page isn’t a résumé, and it isn’t a biography. It’s simply me, in fragments and echoes. If you’re reading this, perhaps it also concerns you.