In a world that constantly told her to speak up, she found comfort in staying silent. Not because she didn't have anything to say-but because her heart held too much, and her mouth never seemed to know where to start. That's when she turned to writing. A notebook became her best friend, and her pen, a gentle listener.

Every emotion she couldn't voice-every ache, every dream, every unspoken thought-was poured into her words. Her stories weren't just fiction; they were reflections of the parts of her she never dared to show. The sadness behind her smile, the hope behind her quiet stares, the courage she never knew she had-all of it found life on the page.

Writing became her own kind of therapy, a hidden world where she could be honest, raw, and completely herself. It was more than a hobby-it was her solace, her safe place. And through every story she wrote, she wasn't just telling tales. She was healing.