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Writing has always been there for me

I didn’t realise that writing in a small book that I called my diary was actually such a big thing for me. Writing has always been one of my favourite things to do, other than drawing, to keep my creativity alive.

I write when I’m happy. I write when I’m sad. I write when I’m angry, confused, or completely clueless. I write my goals, my thoughts, and sometimes even my manifestations. Being able to read back what I wrote gives me a strange kind of comfort. There’s something satisfying about revisiting my past thoughts and seeing the different versions of myself through the years.

As someone who never really had a “close friend,” writing became my way of coping with things. I do have friends, but not everyone understands you the way you hope they would. I think being mysterious has always been part of me, and writing somehow lets me stay that way, if that makes sense.

Writing lets me express my feelings without feeling judged right in front of my face. Some people might say I bottle up my emotions, but I don’t think that’s true. I express myself through writing. I quiet my mind through writing. I calm myself down through writing. Maybe because writing is the only place where I fully hear myself.

And now that I’ve become a mom, writing feels even more important to me. I don’t really have a village. I live far away from my hometown, and during the first two years, I was deeply homesick. But slowly, I learned as I went. I kept moving forward, and somewhere along the way, I kept writing in my small diary too.

Sometimes I stop writing for a while, but somehow I always come back again. Because no matter how much life changes, there’s still nothing that calms my mind the way writing and drawing do.

I think writing helped me find my own little glitter during difficult moments. Even on days that felt heavy, there was always something small worth holding onto. A calmer mind after writing everything down. A random thought that made me smile. A tiny moment of relief after feeling overwhelmed.

Maybe that’s why I keep coming back to it. Because despite everything, there’s always a little glitter somewhere.

d.g✨

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