I don’t usually speak like this, but today… I need to.
I write because I love stories — not just the ones I create, but the ones that live in quiet hearts, the ones we carry when no one else understands. My chapters are pieces of me, stitched from late nights, quiet tears, and the hope that someone, somewhere, might read and feel a little less alone.
But lately, every time I open my comment section, I don’t see readers. I see advertisements. Promotions. Empty words meant to boost someone else’s story, not to connect with mine.
It's disheartening. Not because I want praise, but because I hoped to find genuine engagement. A spark of "I read this and it meant something." A whisper of, "This line stayed with me." But instead, I feel invisible in a space that was meant for sharing.
So if you’re here — really here — and you’re reading this, thank you. You’re rare. And if you’re just here to promote yourself, I kindly ask: Please don’t do it on my pages. My words deserve more than to be used as a stepping stone.
I’m still writing. Even if no one’s reading. But it hurts to scream into a void that only echoes with someone else’s name.
— A Tired Author
