"Navigating the tides of people's moods and shifting behaviors is no easy journey. They’re free to erupt, to cast their storms without restraint—while I must stay composed, swallowing every bruise in silence. It’s exhausting, carrying the weight of words I can’t speak. And so, I retreat to the page. Here, I am free. Here, I pour everything—every ache, every fragment, every quiet scream—into the words. Writing is no longer a hobby. It is survival. It is where I am whole.”
