Dyslexia has given me a unique relationship with the alphabet. As a kid, reading long texts and writing essays was a struggle even though I enjoyed it. I speak English, Italian and Portuguese, but no matter what language I speak, my dyslexia means my brain has a tendency to make up words that don’t exist or create sentences that can sound a bit backwards. My friends always joked that I had a language of my own. Over time, I’ve come to embrace it. This alphabet is a celebration of the unique way my brain plays with letters.