Writing has helped me so much.
To help me find my new career.
To help me gain clarity in the messes of life.
To help me think more deeply.
To help me get answers when I didn’t have any.
To help me gain some likes here and there on social media.
And off late, it has also helped me to stay focused when my life is breaking apart.
To be honest, nothing has happened. Just that some unhealed wounds popped up. Wounds from no one other than me. Wounds that no one can heal other than me. Wounds that would not have been wounds, had I stayed true to myself.
So here I am, staying true to myself. By writing daily. And breathing life into my words. Which really breathe life into me.