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I realised that writing wasn’t just about others reading my work; it was about honouring the voice inside me that needed to speak, to connect, to be seen. Now, the question isn’t why I avoided it, but why I waited so long to embrace it. My “why” is to be authentic, to release the stories within me, and to inspire others to find their own voices... See more

As for me, I have several “whys”... Why didn’t I have enough courage to publish until a few months ago? Why did I avoid the only calling I’ve ever had: writing? For years, fear held me back – fear of judgment, of not being good enough, of exposing my vulnerability to the world. Writing, my truest form of expression, felt too raw, too personal to... See more

Only once “why” is alive in you can the “how” be imbued with soul. Technique without intention is sterile. Skill without purpose is mechanical masturbation. Even love without a “why” turns into obligation. But once your “why” is loud enough, the “how” begins to assemble itself... not without effort, but with coherence. The path might twist or... See more

The faulty narrative I always tell myself is that someday I'm going find enough pieces in books that I'm going to put the puzzle together into an answer for all of these questions that I have —not just about terrible, sad things, like why people have to suffer or why our lives are diminished by the arrangement of the world, but also the wondrous... See more