What’s Writing to Me?
What’s Writing to Me? It’s my secret keeper. My escape hatch. Ever since I was young, I’ve had this habit of writing, writing everything . When I couldn’t say things out loud, I let the ink speak for me. From love letters never sent to heartbreaks scribbled in hidden diaries, writing became the place where I was truly myself. And between hiding my handwritten books under the bed to keeping my notepad app always locked, I grew up. Writing quickly became my escape mechanism. I didn’t start because someone told me to, or because I wanted to be a “ writer .” I started because I needed a place to put all the thoughts, feelings, and questions that I didn’t know how to say out loud. As a child, I wrote about my daily routines, rants, happy moments, heartbreaks, and even letters to my future self. On those pages, I wasn’t the quiet girl who struggled to speak her feelings. I was simply me - raw, unfiltered, honest. Looking back at those diaries often brings tears...