Don't Call Me a Writer, Call Me a Heart-Spreader (with Ink)

People often refer to me as a writer, but I see myself more as someone who expresses feelings—my own or others. I started writing when the pandemic hit; before then, writing anything beyond the basics felt like entering a fantasy world. I never imagined I could do it. I stopped writing in 2022 after coping with a life-changing challenge that ultimately made me stronger.

But I restarted it, thanks to someone who encouraged me to write whatever came to mind. Folks ask why I write so negatively. I don't have an answer, but I feel every word because it comes straight from my heart or someone else's.

Sometimes I miss the comforts of home, not like I just left; I've always lived away. I miss the love, comfort, and safe space I never had. My father used to say, "Successful banne se pehle acha insaan zarur banna."

To the one man, I can always count on❤️

In today's world, it's hard for someone like me to fit in. Now I understand why he protected me, though it annoyed me then. You never know who acts friendly while talking behind your back. It's a scary world, but if you're lucky, you'll find people who make you feel safe. Hold them close and never let go, because they'll tell you when you're right or wrong and defend you when you're not around. I've known my "girl gang" for a while now. They've hyped me up and been there through my struggles, even when I claimed I could handle things alone. Those who say girls' friendships aren't real—I'm sorry, but I can't imagine what you've been through. I'm lucky to have found my people, who've supported and corrected me when I needed it. I have survived because of them.

My Girl Gang💕

If you've read this far, this isn't the blog you expected. It's just a feeling, an expression. As I said, I'm not a writer but an expresser, and I love what I do.