.A girl who felt lost, but kept moving.

A girl who feared a mouse and yet held onto a dusty book like it was a shield.

I saw that my tears, laughter, doubts, and dreams—all of them were chapters.

Moments I had ignored or taken for granted were actually my life’s discoveries.

I realized that healing doesn’t always come in grand ways—sometimes it’s hidden in the quiet act of writing down a thought, even on the dullest day.