Writing

When I  was  young, learning to hold a pencil and write was a challenging experience. The struggle of trying to keep the pencil upright made me  feel like I  didn’t want to continue, but through persistent practice, it became second nature to use a pencil, rubber, ruler, highlighters, and color pencils.

Eventually, I  learned to hold a paintbrush and apply watercolor to larger sheets of paper, just as I  learned to write letters, words, sentences, and eventually entire stories in books.

Over time, my curiosity about writing grew, especially after discovering a blog that encouraged expressing thoughts freely on various topics. This led me to write as a way to release the pain and frustration I  felt, helping me  to  cope with feelings of being sick, tired, and broke, and offering an outlet when I have  no one to share these emotions with.