Most people thought I was doing just fine.

I had a stable career, a decent apartment, and a calendar full of responsibilities. From the outside, I was checking all the boxes.

But on the inside? Kinda hollow.

I missed the spark that came from getting lost in a sentence. I missed being curious, creative, and connected to something deeper. I missed the writer in me I had almost forgotten.

So I came back to the page—not because I had everything figured out, but because I didn’t.

And if you're here, maybe you're in the middle of that same question. Maybe you’re trying to write your way through something too.

This space isn’t for polished answers. It’s for beginnings. For quiet progress. And for those in the middle like me.

Welcome to my little corner of the internet. I’m glad you’re here.