I’m Valérie Vale.
You don’t need my face to recognize my voice.
Some stories don’t want to be read.
They want to be lived—slowly, obsessively, and in secret.
I write for the woman who loved too hard, stayed too long, and still wonders why her heart didn’t listen to her mind.
If you feel pulled toward this presence… it’s not an accident.
It’s the part of you that remembers.
01.
A Name Is Enough.
I chose the scarf for a reason:
so you stop looking at me
and start seeing yourself.
My anonymity isn’t distance.
It’s intimacy.
It lets the story step closer… without distraction, without performance, without pretending.
Just truth, voice, and the echo it leaves in you.
You don’t follow a face here. You follow a feeling.
02.
WHO I AM
My name is Valérie Vale.
I don’t write polished comfort. I write precise truth.
Because beautifying pain is a betrayal of its honesty.
And because some women don’t need advice—they need language that finally names what happened.
03.
WHY THIS WEBSITE EXISTS
This website exists for one reason: to return you to yourself.
Not to the version that learned to shrink.
Not to the version that closed her windows before anyone asked.
But to the woman who remembers she still has keys.
Here, you won’t be asked to “move on” too early.
You won’t be shamed for being angry.
You won’t be told your pain is exaggeration.
You will be reminded—quietly, relentlessly—that boundaries are not cruelty.
They are dignity in its simplest form.
04.
THE HEART OF MY WORK
My work is built on a simple truth: freedom is rarely stolen all at once.
It’s taken window by window—until you wake up breathing a quarter of a breath and calling it life.
I write about the moment a woman notices the air is missing.
The moment she reaches for the lock.
The moment the key turns.
The moment the world calls her right “rudeness,” and she keeps opening anyway.
Because the most dangerous woman is not the loud one.
It’s the tired one—the woman who has nothing left to lose except herself.
05.
ABOUT THE WOMAN I ONCE WAS
This book is not a story you “finish.”
It’s a text you return to at different ages—and it returns you differently each time.
It begins with tenderness and the hunger to be chosen.
Then it goes where most stories refuse to go:
into the hidden rooms, the slow suffocation, the quiet self-abandonment, the moment betrayal redraws your entire map.
It does not romanticize pain.
It does not offer quick comfort.
It offers something rarer: clarity.
It asks the questions women are punished for asking:
Am I truly free… or did I learn to live politely inside suffocation?
Did I love him… or did I lose myself for him?
And what if the thing that needed saving was never the relationship… but me?
06.
WHAT YOU’LL FIND HERE
Writing that treats your pain as real, not as a performance.
Language that turns confusion into clarity.
A space for women who are done shrinking.
A reminder that “No” is not cruelty—it’s self-respect.
07.
EDITIONS
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