Thank you

for these

words that

soothe and stop

and start

and swing 

to help

to hurt

to heal

to hear

me

 - Dear Me

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Welcome, 

Thank You for Being Here

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Sometimes, when I sit down to write, it feels like I’m not shaping the words as much as the words are shaping me.

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There’s a quiet conversation happening—between the self I was, the one I am becoming, and the world I’m trying to understand. Writing, for me, is not just a craft. It is a mirror, a compass, a confession. It is the long pause between questions and answers, where the heart speaks in fragments before the mind can make sense of them.

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Each story, essay, or journal entry I write is an act of deep listening—to emotion, memory, and the subtle echoes of other lives that intersect with mine. Through language, I attempt to trace the contours of grief and wonder, hope and uncertainty, the invisible weight of days both ordinary and extraordinary. I write not because I have answers, but because I’m seeking better, truer questions.

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And in that seeking, something changes. In me. In the way I view others. In the way I allow myself to be seen.

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If my writing ever reaches you—softly, strangely, sharply—I hope it reminds you that you are not alone in your complexity. That being human is hard and beautiful. That your own voice matters, even when it trembles.

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Thank you for visiting this space. Thank you for reading, wondering, pausing with me. It means more than I can say that you are here, walking beside me—if only for a few paragraphs—on this ongoing, unfolding journey.

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With gratitude,

Sonia