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This person helped me find my true calling as a writer!
I never would have picked this up fully or even believed I could if he hadn’t pushed me to it.
Sometimes, all we need is one person to see our potential before we can see it ourselves. I wasn’t one of those people who always knew they were meant to write.
I didn’t grow up scribbling in journals or dreaming of book deals. I didn’t even think I had the discipline to write regularly. Of course like any writer, I loved reading and have spent a lot of time under blankets, in the bathroom reading, when I should have been studying.
But what I did have was a habit of pouring my emotions into words especially when chatting with people. And as strange as it sounds, that’s where this story begins.
The clues were always there
Even before I considered myself a writer, I was always writing. Long birthday messages. Lengthy texts after a tough day. And yes beautifully articulated fight messages.
To me, writing was simply how I made sense of the world. It helped me feel heard when I couldn’t speak clearly. It gave shape to emotions I didn’t always understand.