WRITING WAS MY LIFELINE
Life can be overwhelming. Sometimes, it's like you're standing in the middle of a crowded room, screaming at the top of your lungs, but no one hears you. The noise is deafening, but at the same time, you feel so....alone. That's how I felt. There were days when the world seemed to press down on me, suffocating me with expectations and chaos. I had no outlet, no way to express the storm inside me. And honestly? I was drowning. But then, I picked up a pen. At first, it wasn't intentional. I didn't wake up one day and decide that writing would save me. It just... happened. I grabbed a notebook, and the word spilled out. Messy, unorganized, raw but they were mine. Writing became my escape. It was my way of saying everything I couldn't say out loud. The pages didn't judge me. They didn't roll their eyes or tell me i was overthinking. They simply absorbed every word, every emotion, every tear-streaked confession. Writing wasn't pretty. It wasn't poet...