Would you believe it when I say that I have zero idea what to write for my first piece here on Medium? Ha. Of course, you would. I am not even known. I don’t have a name so to speak.
It’s disheartening. Writing for over 10 years but not having a byline that I could show to people, at least people I know and who have always, always claimed that they’re looking out for me, is probably one of the most painful emotions a creator could feel.
Then again, I guess it’s on me for being blinded by money. I sold my soul, and look where that got me. It’s, well, a disappointing experience overall. So I stopped. I just stopped.
I did not think I would ever find it in me to write again sort of publicly. When a person has exhausted what they have, it sometimes feels impossible to try again, especially for their own sake this time. But hey, I am doing it I guess.
I don’t know what to expect. Not from me at least, I don’t even have a concrete idea of what to write about. After years of being told what to write and when to write, carving a piece of me every time I open a Word document even though the topic isn’t something I have a particular leaning toward, pouring whatever soul I could muster into it, I am empty.
So I guess, I will end this first piece, attempt that it is, with a “we’ll see” or at least, I will.
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