These are my first words here, and I hope they won’t be my last. I used to write—a lot. I wrote whatever I wanted, whenever I wanted, without worrying about what others might think, because my words were for me and me alone. But as I grew older and started wondering whether someone else would like my words, I think they felt betrayed. Since then, they’ve refused to visit me.
But here I am again, trying to find my words—trying to find myself again.