I don’t really know how articles are supposed to start,
so I’ll start the only way I know — honestly.
I’ve always had a lot to say, but not always the courage to say it out loud.
Writing feels safer. Quieter. Like a place where I don’t have to explain myself before being understood.
This is my first article, and I’m not trying to sound perfect or impressive.
I just want to be real.
Real about feeling confused sometimes.
Real about overthinking small things.
Real about wanting to create something that feels like me.
I believe words have power — not the loud kind, but the gentle kind.
The kind that sits with you at night.
The kind that makes you feel less alone.
This space will be for thoughts I can’t always speak,
for stories that don’t have neat endings,
and for feelings that deserve a place to rest.
If you’re reading this, thank you for being here at the beginning.
This is just the start — and I’m glad I started.