To the Girl Who Once Wrote in Silence
Dear Younger Me, I know you’ve been waiting-quietly, patiently-through the months when the words stopped flowing, buried beneath to-do lists, deadlines, and the unrelenting pursuit of “what’s next.” Somewhere between visits and strategy decks, you forgot what your pen sounded like. But I see you now, tucked away in those old posts, full of questions, dreams, and quiet rebellion. And I’m here to tell you, I haven’t forgotten. I’m returning. Not because I’ve reached the top, but because I’ve realized the climb means little if I can’t pause to write about the view. This isn’t the first time I’ve thought of returning. I’ve scribbled in journals during those late-night moments, when my heart overflowed with emotions too big to contain. I’ve written when I needed to scream, or dance, or cry quietly into the pages. That space has always been mine. But the words I wanted to offer to the world? They often hid. I’ve never felt good at expressing myself out loud, out here. And yet! Here I am, r...