My Why 💕

There was a time I stopped writing, and with it, I almost stopped feeling alive.

This month marks one year since I came back to writing. It had always been a part of me. I once sold a fiction story and thought, “Nothing feels more rewarding than this.” But life got loud, responsibilities piled up, and I stopped. Still, a quiet ache followed me, the thrill, the joy, the strange peace that comes from getting lost in words. I missed it more than I admitted.

In October 2024, I finally returned—not to invent characters, but to tell the truth of my own life. This time, I wasn’t writing as a fiction author. I was writing as a woman ready to share her pain, her healing, her questions, her hope, and her growth. Over the years, I have realized how universal our experiences are, even though we often feel alone. We panic at what’s happening in our lives and convince ourselves we are the first to face these struggles but the truth is, we are neither the first nor the last.

To me, this blog became more than a journal. It felt like sitting down with a sister who’s already walked through the fire, someone who leans in and says: It’s okay to be where you are today. You will rise. This is normal. This will pass. You are not alone.

A few months ago, I wrote about my struggles with weight and body shaming. I won't lie, I was terrified. Sharing that part of myself felt like standing in a room full of mirrors with no place to hide. Before posting, I told my best friend about it. She asked, “Are you sure you want to share something that personal?” I hesitated. I questioned myself. But then I remembered the promise I made when I started: to speak from the heart and share real-life experiences. So the next morning, I hit publish.

The responses came fast. Some people criticized. Some reflected. One even said it was a shame the internet gave people space to share “anything” (funny, right?). But beyond the noise, something beautiful happened. I heard from people who had carried the same pain in silence, people who looked confident on the outside but were fighting hidden battles. That experience reminded me why this space matters. Writing didn’t just help me reconnect with what I missed the most, it connected me with people and opened a door for others to speak their own truth.

As I step into the second year of this journey, I have also started writing on Medium. Many people keep suggesting that I turn my storytelling into YouTube videos because “everyone wants visuals now.” I think about it sometimes, but every time the thought comes, I return to my why. Writing is my joy. It’s my safe place. It’s the one thing that flows from me naturally, and the one passion no one can take away.

Maybe one day these stories will become podcasts. Maybe they will reach bigger platforms. But for now, I choose to honor the thing that gives me life: writing for the few who read, reflect, and feel less alone because of it. If I can inspire even a small circle of humans to fall back in love with reading, then I’m already doing enough.

Over this past year, I have witnessed a shift in myself and in the people around me. I have heard stories that changed the way I see life and others. I have healed. I have grown. I have connected with beautiful souls I might never have met otherwise. And now, I’m always open to listen, to share, to remind myself and others that we are all human, carrying silent battles of our own. It’s not that we are being punished—it's that anyone can find themselves in these moments. We are not alone.

I am so deeply glad I started this. Because in sharing my story, I have learned something powerful: every fear we face, every tear we shed, every moment we hesitate those are not weaknesses. They are bridges to our growth.

As we step into this new month, do that one thing or two that you have been postponing. Take the first step, no matter how small. Write that first word. Send that message. Register that name. Save that money. Share that piece of yourself you’ve been hiding. You will surprise yourself with how brave you are. And one day soon, your future self will look back and say, “Thank you for beginning.”

Because in the end, every journey back to yourself is worth it. Happy New Month!