Too Much of Me in These Words.

What happens when writing gets personal?

I write almost every day, especially copies that require me to think fast and stretch my creativity. But every time I sit to write here, it gets hard. Really hard. Maybe it’s because this space is mine. There’s no strict brand tone or mood to follow, just me, my thoughts, and the freedom to do whatever I want with them. And sometimes, that freedom feels heavier than structure.

Lately, writing for my blog hasn’t been the struggle, it’s writing beyond my emotions that’s been hard.

Every time I sit to create, all that flows out are fragments of how I feel, and honestly, I’m not sure I want those parts of me living on the internet. Lol.

I tried writing again today, and truthfully, it turned out really good, one of those pieces I know would resonate deeply if I post it. But once again, it’s laced with bits of me… raw, real, and exposed.

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And I’m back at that inner conflict: do I share it, or do I protect it?