Why I Started This Blog

I don’t really know how to introduce this blog or explain why I want to write it, so I’ll start from the beginning and tell you what brought me here.

Imagine believing you had already found your path, your profession. Since you were young, you had put your heart and soul into it—and, on top of that, you were good at it. How about that?

Now imagine that, for whatever reason, everything falls apart and you have to start again from zero.

Starting over is never easy, but age changes the rules. The older you get, the less time you feel you can afford to spend simply learning. There are bills to pay, food to put on the table, and responsibilities that don’t disappear just because you are trying to figure out what to do with your life.

That is exactly what happened to me.

I spent several years working at whatever job came along, missing the time when I could dedicate myself to something I was passionate about.

But not everything about those years was negative.

Along the way, I learned a few languages, but I also learned much more about myself. I learned how to live with frustration, how to appreciate what I already had instead of constantly wishing for something better, and, above all, how to keep going when nothing seemed to be moving forward.

Those lessons might sound like things anyone could say. The difference is that, for several years, I had no choice but to put them into practice.

Then, in 2018, something else changed.

I started feeling horrible pain in my back.

I had always loved sports. I played football, stayed active, and had never imagined that something as simple as moving my own body could become a problem.

But little by little, normal things became difficult.

Some mornings, putting on my shoes was a struggle. I would wake up so stiff that getting my body moving felt like a task in itself. Walking to work hurt. Sometimes, even simply walking without pain felt like something I had taken for granted my entire life.

Eventually, I had to leave my football team and give up many of the things I enjoyed.

But I couldn’t give up my job.

I needed the money, and medical care in the country where I live is expensive. At that point, I simply couldn’t afford to investigate properly what was happening to me.

The people around me could see that I was in pain, and that created another fear: losing my job because I could no longer physically keep up.

A job I hated, by the way.

There was something almost absurd about being terrified of losing a job you hated.

So I pretended I was fine.

I tried not to show the pain. I kept working. I kept moving.

I remember going to the doctor and being told that it was normal—that I had a physically demanding job and that pain came with it.

But somewhere inside me, I knew this wasn’t normal.

I also knew I couldn’t continue like that forever.

That was when I started studying IT.

At first, the idea was simple: I needed a way out. I wanted a job that would give me a better future and, more importantly, one that my body could actually handle.

About a year later, when I finally found a job that gave me enough financial security, I went back to the doctor and asked for an MRI.

Not long after that, I was diagnosed with an autoimmune disease.

Suddenly, years of pain made much more sense.

The diagnosis also made something else painfully clear: continuing with physically demanding work could have serious consequences for my health in the medium and long term.

So changing careers stopped being simply something I wanted to do.

It became something I had to do.

My professional reconversion has been a little crazy.

I spent years living with uncertainty, trying different things and not really knowing where I was going. There were moments when I wondered whether I would ever find something that felt like mine again.

But somewhere along that journey, something unexpected happened.

I fell in love with a wonderful woman.

And eventually, I fell in love with a profession too.

What began as an escape from physical work slowly became something I genuinely enjoyed. I discovered that I liked understanding how things work, solving problems, breaking things down, testing, failing, trying again, and constantly learning something new.

That is probably what I love most about IT: there is always another layer.

The more you learn, the more you realize how much there is still to understand.

And somehow, instead of frustrating me, that makes me want to learn even more.

After so many years of searching, struggling, changing direction, and wondering whether any of it was leading somewhere, things are finally starting to bear fruit.

For the last three years, I have been studying IT while working full time and dealing with an illness I hate.

This past year, I have finally been able to focus much more seriously on this new path. I started an internship, and I’m now taking my first real steps into the IT job market.

For the first time in a long time, I feel that I’m building something instead of simply surviving.

And that brings me back to this blog.

I want to write about what I’m learning in IT. I want to document the things I discover, the mistakes I make, the problems I solve, and the things I still don’t understand.

But I also want this blog for another reason.

One day, I want to be able to look back.

I want to remember what it felt like to start from zero. To study after work. To learn while exhausted. To keep going while dealing with pain. To have no idea whether any of it would work.

And maybe, years from now, I’ll read this again and remember exactly where I came from.

I don’t think I’ve ever been happier to be a beginner.

Let me share it with you.