The Mind of a Writer: Unmasking My Journey ✍️
There’s a weight to every word I write — a heaviness that presses against my chest, daring me to stop, to close the page, and bury these thoughts once again. Writing isn’t just about telling a story. Sometimes, it’s about bleeding onto the page, one memory at a time. I’ve always believed that words have power. They can heal, but they can also rip open wounds you thought had long closed. Every time I sit down to write about my journey, it feels like unlocking a door I’d sealed shut, only to find that the past is still waiting for me on the other side. Some days, I hesitate to turn the handle. Other days, I plunge in headfirst, hoping that maybe — just maybe — I’ll finally make peace with the shadows that linger there. You see, my journey hasn’t been easy. Putting it into words is even harder. People say writing is therapeutic, but no one tells you how much it hurts. Each sentence feels like a stitch being pulled apart, unraveling pieces of myself I tried so hard to keep hi...