Never imagined I would ever have the will to write. I pondered with a diary in hand all the time. 'Today I will start writing a diary to celebrate the new beginning...' It never came to fruitation. It remained a thought for too long. Let's begin before it continues into an umpteenth cycle.
"April 15, 2025
I've always been fascinated by the blank pages of a new diary. The unwritten stories, the unspoken thoughts, the uncharted emotions waiting to be poured onto these sheets. Today, I finally gathered the courage to begin.
As I sit here, pen in hand, I feel the weight of my own expectations. What do I want to achieve with these writings? Do I seek solace, clarity or simply a space to breathe? Perhaps it's a mix of all three.
My life has been a tapestry of moments – some vibrant, others muted. I've loved, lost and learned. I've danced with joy and wrestled with shadows. And through it all, I've grown. But growth can be messy, and I'm eager to untangle the threads.
This diary is my sanctuary, my confidant and my mirror. Here, I'll confront my fears, celebrate my triumphs and explore the depths of my soul.
I'm not sure where this journey will take me, but I'm ready to fill these pages with honesty, vulnerability and resilience.
My Story Begins...
Meher"🖋
"Meher, Love!.."
"Hmm..Yes"