For a long time, I grappled with the question of my identity as a writer. Uncertainty clouded my understanding of the genres I should explore, the lessons my stories could impart to my readers, and even which facets of my personality I should reveal to the world.
Over the past few years, I've made several attempts to reignite my passion for writing, only to find myself repeatedly knocked back to the ground. Whether due to a lack of enthusiasm or the relentless grip of my perfectionism, I often find myself dissatisfied and stuck in the late-night hours, wrestling with procrastination. It's disheartening to realize that I had once declared my intention to make a proper comeback in January, only to watch all the stories I had meticulously planned slip through my fingers and into the abyss.
Lately, I've been reflecting, and I've come to realize that this struggle often arises from a desire for authenticity. I yearn to create work that resonates with my characters' genuine thoughts, emotions, and experiences. Yet, in this saturated creative space, it leads me to question the integrity of my voice and the stories I wish to tell. It's a delicate balance between the desire to communicate one's inner world and the need to connect with a broader audience.
So, how can I stand out? The answer lies in the journey of exploration and resilience.
When I was younger, I wanted to be known. Now, as I've matured, I simply want to be heard.