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No One Read My Story — But I Wrote It Anyway
The Numbers Stayed Still, But the Words Kept Flowing
I still remember the first time I posted on Medium. I had no big expectations back then. I just a small hope that someone, somewhere might read my words and feel a little less alone. I did not write to impress… I wrote because I had something inside me that needed to come out.
That story didn’t go viral….of course!! In fact, almost no one read it.
At first, I kept refreshing the page over and over again…hoping for a read, a comment, a clap. Maybe something. But the numbers stayed still. Zero… One…Sometimes two. Then nothing again. It made me wonder — was I just shouting into the void?
It would have been easy to stop right there.
But something in me did not want to let go. I kept writing.
Because it turns out, I don’t write for numbers. I write for the feeling. That particular moment when my thoughts untangle. I feel a strange peace when I turn the chaos inside my head, into sentences. I write when I feel too much. I write when I feel nothing at all…
Even if no one sees it, the act of writing itself makes me feel seen.
Sometimes I have spent hours crafting something that gets ignored. Yet, there have been…
