How Writing Found Me

When we start something new, the energy we put in at the beginning is rarely the same as the energy we have while we're in progress. You see, passion is one thing—but the real deal is putting in the work.

As individuals, we often feel a burning desire within us, but what truly makes the difference is the energy—the drive to keep going, even through harsh conditions. In some ways, I’ve always desired a career path in creative writing, even though I study science. I love everything about writing: art, imagination, and the beauty of expressing ideas in written form. Writing has helped me discover who I truly am. Amidst the noise, it gives me peace and quiet.

Honestly, I don’t know how best to say this, but finding Substack—a writing app—has been one of the greatest things that’s happened to me this year.

Dear writer, if you’re reading this, I want you to know that your words matter. No matter how small your audience may seem, no matter the silence between each post—keep writing. Someone out there needs your voice, even if they haven’t found you yet. Consistency is powerful. Growth may be slow, but every sentence you share is a light in someone’s darkness.

As the beloved author Maya Angelou once said:

“There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you.”

So tell yours. Loudly. Quietly. Fiercely. Softly. But don’t let it stay hidden.