𝓗𝓸𝔀 𝓦𝓻𝓲𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓢𝓪𝓿𝓮𝓭 𝓜𝓮 𝓦𝓱𝓮𝓷 𝓘 𝓗𝓪𝓭 𝓝𝓸 𝓞𝓷𝓮 𝓣𝓸 𝓣𝓪𝓵𝓴 𝓣𝓸

When I had no one to talk to, I started talking to blank pages.

Not because I was strong — but because I was tired of holding everything inside.

Some days, my heart felt heavier than my words.

So I wrote what I couldn’t explain.

I wrote my fear, my hope, my quiet tears, and my small dreams.

Writing didn’t fix my life.

But it gave my pain a safe place to rest.

It reminded me that even soft voices deserve to be heard.

Today, I don’t write to escape the world.

I write to understand myself better.

Because sometimes, the only listener we truly need… is our own honest voice.

• Xiviaa A